I Know Very Well What It Is

The Oscars Demonstrate The Will Of The People To Control And Judge Those They Have Elected To Stand Above Them (much, Perhaps, As In Bygone Days, An Election Celebrated The Same).

The Mind Is A Mill Which Can Incessant Turn, 'til Its Mere Operation Focus The Stress Inward And The Stones Grind Themselves To Dust.

Every Reiteration Of The Idea That _nothing Matters_ Debases The Human Spirit. Every Reiteration Of The Idea That There Is No Drama In Modern Life, There Is Only Dramatization, That There Is No Tragedy, There Is Only Unexplained Misfortune, Debases Us. It Denies What We Know To Be True. In Denying What We Know, We Are As A Nation Which Cannot Remember Its Dreams--like An Unhappy Person Who Cannot Remember His Dreams And So Denies That He Does Dream, And Denies That There Are Such Things As Dreams.

For It Is Written That Just As It Is Forbidden To Partake Of The Forbidden, It Is Forbidden Not To Partake Of The Permitted.

They Say The Definition Of Ambivalence Is Watching Your Mother-in-law Drive Over A Cliff In Your New Cadillac.