Language Is An Old-growth Forest Of The

To Have That Powder Blown Up Your Nose Is Rather Like Being Shot Out Of A Rifle Barrel Lined With Baroque Paintings And Landing On A Sea Of Electricity.

The Measure Of A Society Is Not Only What It Does But The Quality Of Its Aspirations.

In The West We Cling To The Past Like Limpets. In Haiti The Present Is The Axis Of All Life. As In Africa, Past And Future Are But Distant Measures Of The Present, And Memories Are As Meaningless As Promises.

If We Accept That We Are All Cut From The Same Genetic Cloth, All Cultures Share The Same Genius. And Whether That Genius Is Placed Into Technological Wizardry Which Has Been Our Great Achievement, Or, By Contrast, Placed Into The Unraveling Of Complex Threads Of Memory Inherent In A Myth Is Simply A Matter Of Choice.

Genocide, The Physical Extinction Of A People, Is Universally Condemned, But Ethnocide, The Destruction Of People's Way Of Life, Is Not Only Not Condemned, It's Universally Celebrated As Part Of A Development Strategy.