Were more of this:
“some civilizing — educative, pragmatic mix of honey and wormwood“, then less Viking and Dominant and Petrified in our lives.
Simple things we are.
Enamored with our clamor.
Gold/Golf,
Queens/Kings,
Cheats/Presidents,
Beaches and Bikinis and Bombs have marked a terrific journey, a good journey perhaps, and a journey we do not understand. It isn’t Us/Them, whether Marx or checks on our passports. It’s when we learn to smile. Flowers in the rifle. Community. All us. Waters. Ground up. Down with. A tune in the wind. Sidewalk. Celebrate.
Now what? Plagiarize paradigm.
For the “immortality of the prosthetic self… The old paradigm is the wrong paradigm.”