And Because We Are Alive, The Universe

I Grew Up In A Utopia, I Did. California When I Was A Child Was A Child's Paradise, I Was Healthy, Well Fed, Well Clothed, Well Housed. I Went To School And There Were Libraries With All The World In Them And After School I Played In Orange Groves And In Little League And In The Band And Down At The Beach And Every Day Was An Adventure. . . . I Grew Up In Utopia.

That's Libertarians For You - Anarchists Who Want Police Protection From Their Slaves.

On The River Path In Boston Beauty Was Most Expressed As Youth And Intelligence. That Made Sense; Sixty Degree-giving Institutions, Some Three Hundred Thousand Students; That Meant At Least One Hundred Fifty Thousand More Nubile Young Women Than Demographics Would Ordinarily Suggest. Maybe That Was Why Young Men Stayed In Boston When Their College Years Were Over, Maybe That Explained Why They Were So Intellectually Hyperactive, So Frustrated, So Alcoholic, Such Terrible Drivers.

And In This Curious State I Had The Realization, At The Moment Of Seeing That Stranger There, That I Was A Person Like Everybody Else. That I Was Known By My Actions And Words, That My Internal Universe Was Unavailable For Inspection By Others. They Didn't Know. They Didn't Know, Because I Never Told Them.

But Lies Were What People Wanted; That Was Politics.