To Taste The Sea All One Needs

It Makes Me Happier, More Secure, To Think That I Do Not Have To Plan And Manage Everything For Myself, That I Am Only A Sword Made Sharp To Smite The Unclean Forces, An Enchanted Sword To Cleave And Disperse Them. Grant, O Lord, That I May Not Break As I Strike! Let Me Not Fall From Thy Hand!

With Such Global Events Looming Over Us Like Mountains, Nay, Like Entire Mountain Ranges, It May Seem Incongruous And Inappropriate To Recall That The Primary Key To Our Being Or Non-being Resides In Each Individual Human Heart, In The Heart’s Preference For Specific Good Or Evil. Yet This Remains True Even Today, And It Is, In Fact, The Most Reliable Key We Have. The Social Theories That Promised So Much Have Demonstrated Their Bankruptcy, Leaving Us At A Dead End.

In Our Country The Lie Has Become Not Just A Moral Category But A Pillar Of The State.

The Simple Act Of An Ordinary Courageous Man Is Not To Take Part, Not To Support Lies! Let That Come Into The World And Even Reign Over It, But Not Through Me. Writers And Artists Can Do More: They Can Vanquish Lies! ... Lies Can Stand Up Against Much In The World, But Not Against Art.

Let All Of Us Who Shared The Prison Soup Meet Again In Better Times!