A Political Society Does Not Live To

I Lived, Particularly In Childhood But With Lessening Intensity Right On To Middle Age, In A World That Was Peculiarly And Intimately My Own, Scarcely To Be Shared With Others Or Even Made Plausible To Them. I Habitually Read Special Meanings Into Things, Scenes And Places Qualities Of Wonder, Beauty, Promise, Or Horror For Which There Was No External Evidence Visible Or Plausible To Others. My World Was Peopled With Mysteries, Seductive Hints, Vague Menaces, "intimations Of Immortality.

Do People Ever Reflect, One Wonders, That The Best Way To Protect Against The Penetration Of One's Secrets By Others Is To Have The Minimum Of Secrets To Conceal?

War Has A Momentum Of Its Own And It Carries You Away From All Thoughtful Intentions When You Get Into It. Today, If We Went Into Iraq, Like The President Would Like Us To Do, You Know Where You Begin. You Never Know Where You Are Going To End.

We Should Not Lose Ourselves In Vainglorious Sohemes For Changing Human Nature All Over The Planet. Rather, We Should Learn To View Ourselves With A Sense Of Proportion And Christian Humility Before The Enormous Complexity Of The World In Which It Has Been Given Us To Live.

Actually, The Inability Of Any Society To Resist Immigration, The Inability To Find Other Solutions To The Problem Of Employment At The Lower, More Physical, And Menial Levels Of The Economic Process, Is A Serious Weakness, And Possibly Even A Fatal One, In Any National Society. The Fully Healthy Society Would Find Ways To Meet Those Needs Out Of Its Own Resources.