I Don't Have A Strong Interest In

Consider The True Picture. Think Of Myriads Of Tiny Bubbles, Very Sparsely Scattered, Rising Through A Vast Black Sea. We Rule Some Of The Bubbles. Of The Waters We Know Nothing.

As For Aids, It's A Plague. We Are Human, We Get Plagues. They Come Along Every So Often, Kill Off Two Thirds Of The Population; In The Next Generation It's A Quarter; After That It's A Childhood Disease.

There Is No Cause So Good Or Noble That It Will Not Attract Fuggheads; And The Fuggheads Will Get All The Press.

But... Watching Steven Barnes Taught Me To Treat My Life Like An Art Form.

For Each Human Being There Is An Optimum Ratio Between Change And Stasis. Too Little Change, He Grows Bored. Too Little Stability, He Panics And Loses His Ability To Adapt. One Who Marries Six Times In Ten Years Won't Change Jobs. One Who Moves Often To Serve His Company Will Maintain A Stable Marriage. A Woman Chained To One Home And Family May Redecorate Frantically Or Take A Lover Or Go To Many Costume Parties.