We're Developing A New Citizenry. One That

Ideas Are Born From What Is Smelled, Heard, Seen, Experienced, Felt, Emotionalized.

Some People Possess Talent, Others Are Possessed By It. When That Happens, A Talent Becomes A Curse.

You See. No Shock. No Engulfment. No Tearing Assunder. What You Feared Would Come Like An Explosion Is Like A Whisper. What You Thought Was The End Is The Beginning.

For The Record, Prejudices Can Kill, And Suspicion Can Destroy, And A Thoughtless Frightened Search For A Scapegoat Has A Fallout All Its Own For The Children, And The Children Yet Unborn. And The Pity Of It Is That These Things Cannot Be Confined To The Twilight Zone.

An Ingmar Bergman Film Would Probably Owe A Sizeable Bulk Of Its Import And Its Direction And Its Quality To The Directorial End And To The Director Because It's Uniquely A Bergman Film. But That Again Is Not The General - No, That's Much More The Exception Than The Rule.