One Of The Few Blessings Of Living

The Individual Human Is Still The Creature Who Can Wonder, Who Can Be Enchanted By A Sonata, Who Can Place Symbols Together To Make Poetry To Gladden Our Heart, Who Can View A Sunrise With A Sense Of Majesty And Awe.

The Constructive Schizoid Person Stands Against The Spiritual Emptiness Of Encroaching Technology And Does Not Let Himself Be Emptied By It. He Lives And Works With The Machine Without Becoming A Machine. He Finds It Necessary To Remain Detached Enough To Get Meaning From The Experience, But In Doing So, To Protect His Own Inner Life From Impoverishment.

The Authentic Rebel Knows That The Silencing Of All His Adversaries Is The Last Thing On Earth He Wishes: Their Extermination Would Deprive Him And Whoever Else Remains Alive From The Uniqueness, The Originality, And The Capacity For Insight That These Enemies Being Human Also Have And Could Share With Him. If We Wish The Death Of Our Enemies, We Cannot Talk About The Community Of Man. In The Losing Of The Chance For Dialogue With Our Enemies, We Are The Poorer.

Human Freedom Involves Our Capacity To Pause, To Choose The One Response Toward Which We Wish To Throw Our Weight.

This Personal Freedom To Think And Feel And Speak Authentically And To Be Conscious Of So Doing Is The Quality That Distinguishes Us As Human.