Granted That I Must Die, How Shall

Sports Is, Somehow, A Religion.

To Persuade Thinking Persons In Eastern Europe That Central American Marxists - The Sandinistas, The Guerillas In El Salvador - Are In Absurd And Tragic Error Is Not Difficult. Poles And Czechs And Hungarians Can Hardly Believe, After What They Experienced Under Socialism, That Other Human Beings Would Fall For The Same Bundle Of Lies, Half-truths, And Distortions. Sadly, However, Illusion Is Often Sweeter To Human Taste Than Reality. The Last Marxist In The World Will Probably Be An American Nun.

No Great, Inspiring Culture Of The Future Can Be Built Upon The Moral Principle Of Relativism. For At Its Bottom Such A Culture Holds That Nothing Is Better Than Anything Else, And That All Things Are In Themselves Equally Meaningless. Except For The Fragments Of Faith (in Progress, In Compassion, In Conscience, In Hope) To Which It Still Clings, Illegitimately, Such A Culture Teaches Every One Of Its Children That Life Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Signifying Nothing.

I Need Not To Be Afraid Of The Void. The Void Is Part Of My Person. I Need To Enter Consciously Into It. To Try To Escape From It Is To Try To Live A Lie. It Is Also To Cease To Be. My Acceptance Of Despair And Emptiness Constitutes My Being; To Have The Courage To Accept Despair Is To Be.

The Most Critical Threat To Our Freedom Is A Failure To Appreciate The Power Of Truth.