“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.
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.”