A Liberal Is A Man Or A

I'm No Longer Quite Sure What The Question Is, But I Do Know That The Answer Is Yes.

Our Most Emotionally Active Life Is Lived In Our Dreams, And Our Cells Renew Themselves Most Industriously In Sleep. We Reach Highest In Meditation, And Farthest In Prayer. In Stillness Every Human Being Is Great; He Is Free From The Experience Of Hostility; He Is A Poet, And Most Like An Angel.

I Believe In People. I Feel, Love, Need And Respect People Above All Else, Including Natural Scenery, Organized Piety And Nationalistic Superstructures. One Human Figure On The Slope Of A Mountain Can Make The Mountain Disappear For Me, One Person Fighting For Truth Can Disqualify For Me The Entire System Which Had Dispensed It.

It Is The Artists Of The World, The Feelers And The Thinkers Who Will Ultimately Save Us; Who Can Articulate, Educate, Defy, Insist, Sing And Shout The Big Dreams.

This Must Be The Mission Of Every Man Of Goodwill: To Insist, Unflaggingly, At Risk Of Becoming A Repetitive Bore, But To Insist On The Achievement Of A World In Which The Mind Will Have Triumphed Over Violence.