What Are We? Humans? Or Animals? Or

My Father Was Very Musical, And Music Plays Quite A Large Part In My Life.

My Yesterdays Walk With Me. They Keep Step, They Are Gray Faces That Peer Over My Shoulder.

Consider A Man Riding A Bicycle. Whoever He Is, We Can Say Three Things About Him. We Know He Got On The Bicycle And Started To Move. We Know That At Some Point He Will Stop And Get Off. Most Important Of All, We Know That If At Any Point Between The Beginning And The End Of His Journey He Stops Moving And Does Not Get Off The Bicycle He Will Fall Off It. That Is A Metaphor For The Journey Through Life Of Any Living Thing, And I Think Of Any Society Of Living Things.

The Rules!" Shouted Ralph, "you're Breaking The Rules!" "who Cares?

We Just Got To Go On, That's All. That's What Grownups Would Do.