Are We Not All Desperate One Way

One Of My Grandsons Used To Insist, When He Was Only 3 Or 4, That He Had Been Born And Had Lived In India

The Budget Should Be Balanced, The Treasury Should Be Refilled, Public Debt Should Be Reduced, The Arrogance Of Officialdom Should Be Tempered And Controlled, And The Assistance To Foreign Lands Should Be Curtailed Lest Rome Become Bankrupt. People Must Again Learn To Work, Instead Of Living On Public Assistance.

Mankind Adores Its Betrayers, And Murders Its Saviors.

Animals Do Not Betray; They Do Not Exploit; They Do Not Oppress; They Do Not Enslave; They Do Not Sin. They Have Their Being, And Their Being Is Honest, And Who Can Say This Of Man?

Man Was The Outlaw, The Rebel, The Distorted Shape That Scarred The Earth, The Voice That Silenced The Music Of Eden, The Hand That Raised Up Obscenities And Blasphemies. Man Was The Pariah-dog, The Moral Leper In This Translucent Mirror Of Heaven. He Was The Muddier Of Crystal Waters, The Despoiler Of Forests, The Murderer Of The Innocent, The Challenger Against God. He Was The Assassin Of The Saints And The Prophets, For They Spoke Of What He Would Not Hear, In The Darkness Of His Spirit!