The Issue Is Not Whether People Are

It Rarely Adds Anything To Say, "in My Opinion" - Not Even Modesty. Naturally A Sentence Is Only Your Opinion; And You Are Not The Pope.

When A Village Ceases To Be A Community, It Becomes Oppressive In Its Narrow Conformity. So One Becomes An Individual And Migrates To The City. There, Finding Others Like-minded, One Re-establishes A Village Community. Nowadays Only New Yorkers Are Yokels.

It Is By Losing Ourselves In Inquiry, Creation & Craft That We Become Something. Civilization Is A Continual Gift Of Spirit: Inventions, Discoveries, Insight, Art. We Are Citizens, As Socrates Would Have Said, & We Have It Available As Our Own.

Humankind Is Innocent, Loving, And Creative, You Dig? It's The Bureaucracies That Create The Evil, That Make Honor And Community Impossible, And It's The Kids Who Really Take It In The Groin.

The Ideal Of Having A Real Job That You Risk Your Soul In And Make Good Or Be Damned, Belongs To The Heroic Age Of Capitalist Enterprise, Imbued With Self-righteous Beliefs About Hard Work, Thrift, And Public Morals. Such An Ideal Might Still Have Been Mentioned In Public Fifty Years Ago; In Our Era Of Risk-insured Semimonopolies And Advertised Vices It Would Be Met With A Ghastly Stillness.