All Men Are Creative But Few Are

I Move In A Society So Devoid Of Ordinary Reality That I Am Continually Stopping To Teach Good Sense, To Give Support, To Help Out, As A Young Gangster Might Help An Old Lady Across The Street On His Way To The Stick-up.

Comedy Deflates The Sense Precisely So That The Underlying Lubricity And Malice May Bubble To The Surface.

A Successful Revolution Establishes A New Community. A Missed Revolution Makes Irrelevant The Community That Persists. And A Compromised Revolution Tends To Shatter The Community That Was, Without An Adequate Substitute.

Be Patient, Do Nothing, Cease Striving. We Find This Advice Disheartening And Therefore Unfeasible Because We Forget It Is Our Own Inflexible Activity That Is Structuring The Reality. We Think That If We Do Not Hustle, Nothing Will Happen And We Will Pine Away. But The Reality Is Probably In Motion And After A While We Might Take Part In That Motion. But One Can't Know.

The Irony Is That In Our Decades, The Combination Of Rationalism, Asceticism, And Individualism (the So-called Protestant Ethic) Has Produced Precisely The System Of Boondoggling, Luxury-consumption, And Status.