I Am Not A Prophet; I Cannot

We Have Found Ourselves In The Period Of "interregnum": The Old Works No More, The New Is Not Yet Born. But The Awareness That Without It Being Born We Are All Marked For Demise, Is Already Much Alive, As Is The Awareness That The Hard Nut We Must Urgently Crack Is Not The Presence Of "too Many Poor", But "too Many Rich".

There Are Other Ways Of Finding Satisfaction, Recipes For Human Happiness, Enjoyment, Dignified And Meaningful, Gratifying Life, Than Increased Consumption That Increases Production.

Indeed, I Did Not Truly "belong" To Any School, Order, Intellectual Camaraderie Or Clique; I Did Not Apply For Admission To Any Of Them, Let Alone Did Much To Deserve An Invitation; Nor Would I Be Listed By Any Of Them - At Least Listed Unqualifiedly - As "one Of Us".

With My Tongue In One Cheek Only, I'd Suggest That Were Our Palaeolithic Ancestors To Discover The Peer-review Dredger, We Would Be Still Sitting In Caves.

There Were No "unemployed" In The Impoverished Polish Countryside Before The Second World War. Not A Single Unemployed. Every Child That Was Born In The Peasant Family Had His Room At The Table And His Job In The Field, Stable Or Pigsty... If There Was Not Enough Food, Everybody Got Less. If Food Was Plentiful, Everybody Ate Better. In Such A Setting, We May Say, The Problem Of Security Couldn't Even Arise... One Was Born With Life-long Rights; The Only Thing That One Could Not Do Was To Change Them. A Setting Good On The Side Of Security, Though Bad On The Side Of Freedom.