It's Very Hard To Know What Wisdom

We Vote For Perot. We Think He's A Great, Marvelous, Honest Man. We Send Money To His Campaign, Even Though He Is One Of The Richest Capitalists In Our Culture. Imagine, Sending Money To Perot! It's Unbelievable, Yet It's Part Of That Worship Of Individuality.

Sooner Or Later Something Seems To Call Us Onto A Particular Path... This Is What I Must Do, This Is What I've Got To Have. This Is Who I Am.

Too Many People Have Been Analyzing Their Pasts, Their Childhoods, Their Memories, Their Parents, And Realizing That It Doesn't Do Anything-or That It Doesn't Do Enough.

If There Were A God Of New York, It Would Be The Greek's Hermes, The Roman's Mercury. He Embodies New York Qualities: The Quick Exchange, The Fastness Of Language And Style, Craftiness, The Mixing Of People And Crossing Of Borders, Imagination.

The Character Truest To Itself Becomes Eccentric Rather Than Immovably Centered, As Emerson Defined The Noble Character Of The Hero. At The Edge, The Certainty Of Borders Gives Way. We Are More Subject To Invasions, Less Able To Mobilize Defenses, Less Sure Of Who We Really Are, Even As We May Be Perceived By Others As A Person Of Character. The Dislocation Of Self From Center To Indefinite Edge Merges Us More With The World, So That We Can Feel Blest By Everything.