I Cannot Believe Such Monstrous Energy Of

The Image-managers Encourage The Individual To Fashion Himself Into A Smooth Coin, Negotiable In Any Market.

The Citizen Can Bring Our Political And Governmental Institutions Back To Life, Make Them Responsive And Accountable, And Keep Them Honest. No One Else Can.

Our Noblest Hopes Grow Teeth And Pursue Us Like Tigers.

It Would Be, For Me, Mere Pointless Pleasure, An Illusion Of Order For This One Frail, Foolish, Flicker-flash In The Long Dull Fall Of Eternity.

I Understand That The World Was Nothing: A Mechanical Chaos Of Casual, Brute Enmity On Which We Stupidly Impose Our Hopes And Fears. I Understood That, Finally And Absolutely, I Alone Exist. All The Rest, I Saw, Is Merely What Pushes Me, Or What I Push Against, Blindly - As Blindly As All That Is Not Myself Pushes Back. I Create The Whole Universe, Blink By Blink.