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I Think All The Simple Things Can And Do Still Work - Holding Your Child's Hand While Walking Across The Street Will Do It. But We Can Hardly Hear It For All The Noise Which Has Turned Love Into A Cliche, And Most People Can't Even Hear John Lennon's "all You Need Is Love" Anymore Without Wincing.

What, After All, Is More Real To Us Than The Geography Of Our Childhoods?

Gass Once Wrote: "language Serves Not Only To Express Thought But To Make Possible Thoughts Which Could Not Exist Without It." Here Is The Essence Of Mankind's Creative Genius: Not The Edifices Of Civilization Nor The Bang-flash Weapons Which Can End It, But The Words Which Fertilize New Concepts Like Spermatozoa Attacking An Ovum. It Might Be Argued That The Siamese Twin Infants Of Word/idea Are The Only Contribution The Human Species Can, Will, Or Should Make To The Raveling Cosmos.

Nobody Gets Beyond A Petroleum Economy. Not While There's Petroleum There.

Every Age Fraught With Discord And Danger Seems To Spawn A Leader Meant Only For That Age, A Political Giant Whose Absence, In Retrospect, Seems Inconceivable When The History Of That Age Is Written.