But Still, The Other Voice, The Intuitive,

How Many Small Decisions Accumulate To Form A Habit? What A Multitude Of Decisions, Made By Others, In Other Times, Must Shape Our Lives Now.

What Is Buried In The Past Of One Generation Falls To The Next To Claim.

War Starts In The Mind, Not In The Body.

The Mind Can Forget What The Body, Defined By Each Breath, Subject To The Heart Beating, Does Not.

Is It A Coincidence That Stories From The Private Life Became More Popular Just As The Grand Hope For Public Redemption Through Revolution Was Beginning To Sour? I Witnessed A Similar Shift In Taste In My Own Time. In The 1960s, While A Hopeful Vision Of A Just Society Arose Again, Countless Poems And Plays Concerning Politics And Public Life Were Written, Read, And Performed. But After The Hope Diminished And Public Life Seemed Less And Less Trustworthy, This Subject Was Less In Style.