History Was Like Some Vast Thing That

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.

Economics Was Like Psychology, A Pseudoscience Trying To Hide That Fact With Intense Theoretical Hyperelaboration. And Gross Domestic Product Was One Of Those Unfortunate Measurement Concepts, Like Inches Or The British Thermal Unit, That Ought To Have Been Retired Long Before.

The Sky Itself Is The Eighth Color Of The Rainbow, Spread Over The Whole Sky For Us, All The Time.

A Sudden Gust: How Big The World Seems In A Wind.

When It Comes To The Environment, The Invisible Hand Never Picks Up The Check.