I always feel sorry for this little windmill for it has no power or control of it's own will... Sometimes it is calm and quiet and the next minute it is up in the air over the slightest change.
It has to sway by every wind of doctrine. Every little wind that comes along, it submissively bows to it and goes with the wind. It flips from one extreme to the next, whatever it takes to fit in...
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