I Feel, In The End, As If

People Rarely Speak Of Children; You Hear Of 'cohort Groups' And 'standard Variations,' But You Don't Hear Much Of Boys Who Miss Their Cats Or 6-year-olds Who Have To Struggle With Potato Balls.

I Always Want To Tell These Young Idealists That The World Is Not As Dangerous As Many In The Older Generation Want Them To Believe...the [people] For Whom I Feel The Greatest Sadness Are The Ones Who Choke On Their Beliefs, Who Never Act On Their Ideals, Who Never Know The State Of Struggle In A Decent Cause, And Never Know The Thrill Of Even Partial Victories.

The Rich...should Beg The Poor To Forgive Us For The Bread We Bring Them. Healthy People Sometimes Feel They Need To Beg Forgiveness Too, Although There Is No Reason Why. Maybe We Simply Ask Forgiveness For Not Being Born Where These Poor Women Have Been Born, Knowing That If We Lived Here Too, Our Fate Might Well Have Been The Same.

We Continue, However, To Write About Important People, Prize-winning People, Blacks Of Grandeur, Women Of Great Fire, Fame Or Wit. We Do Not Write About Ordinary People.

I Think A Moment Of Critical Energy Has Suddenly Emerged. But Moments Like This Come And Go Unless We Seize Them At Their Height.