I Have Come To Believe That Holy

Most Lives Are A Flight From Selfhood. Most Prefer The Truths Of The Stable. You Stick Your Head Into The Stanchions And Munch Contentedly Until You Die. Others Use You For Their Purposes. Not Once Do You Look Outside The Stable To Lift Your Head And Be Your Own Creature.

Governments Always Commit Their Entire Populations When The Demands Grow Heavy Enough. By Their Passive Acceptance, These Populations Become Accessories To Whatever Is Done In Their Name.

I Don't Speak ... I Operate A Machine Called Language. It Creaks And Groans, But Is Mine Own.

If You Think Of Yourselves As Helpless And Ineffectual, It Is Certain That You Will Create A Despotic Government To Be Your Master. The Wise Despot, Therefore, Maintains Among His Subjects A Popular Sense That They Are Helpless And Ineffectual.

Absolute Prediction Is Completion . . . Is Death!