I Am Not A Prophet; I Cannot

Security Without Freedom Means Slavery.

Once Upon A Time There Were The Pampas In Argentina, That People Could Treat As "empty Lands" And Where They Could Run Away From Their Problems From Problem-ridden Homes. That Eventuality Is No Longer Available.

Like The Phoenix, Socialism Is Reborn From Every Pile Of Ashes Left Day In, Day Out, By Burnt-out Human Dreams And Charred Hopes.

You Judge A Society By The Decency Of Living Of The Weakest

Attempts To Tame The Wayward And Domesticate The Riotous, To Make The Unknowable Predictable And Enchain The Free-roaming - All Such Things Sound The Death Knell To Love. Eros Won't Outlast Duality. As Far As Love Is Concerned, Possession, Power, Fusion And Disenchantment Are The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse.