The Hope Of The World Lies In

True Enough, The Country Is Calm. Calm As A Morgue Or A Grave, Would You Not Say?

The Role Of The Writer Is Not Simply To Arrange Being According To His Own Lights; He Must Also Serve As A Medium To Being And Remain Open To Its Often Unfathomable Dictates. This Is The Only Way The Work Can Transcend Its Creator And Radiate Its Meaning...

You May Ask What Kind Of A Republic I Dream Of. Let Me Reply: I Dream Of A Republic Independent, Free, And Democratic, Of A Republic Economically Prosperous And Yet Socially Just; In Short, Of A Humane Republic Which Serves The Individual And Which Therefore Holds The Hope That The Individual Will Serve It In Turn. Of A Republic Of Well-rounded People, Because Without Such It Is Impossible To Solve Any Of Our Problems, Human, Economic, Ecological, Social, Or Political.

The Only Thing I Can Recommend At This Stage Is A Sense Of Humor, An Ability To See Things In Their Ridiculous And Absurd Dimensions, To Laugh At Others And At Ourselves, A Sense Of Irony Regarding Everything That Calls Out For Parody In This World. In Other Words, I Can Only Recommend Perspective And Distance.

The Worst Thing Is That We Live In A Contaminated Moral Environment. We Fell Morally Ill Because We Became Used To Saying Something Different From What We Thought. Concepts Such As Love, Friendship, Compassion, Humility Or Forgiveness Lost Their Depth And Dimension.