We Dull Our Lives By The Way

What I Try To Point Out Is The Role An Ordinary Person Can Have In Seeing The Child's Destiny. You Have To Have A Feeling For The Child.

You Don't Attack The Grunts Of Vietnam; You Blame The Theory Behind The War. Nobody Who Fought In That War Was At Fault. It Was The War Itself That Was At Fault.

We Would Like Otherworldly Visitations To Come As Distinct Voices With Clear Instructions, But They May Only Give Small Signs In Dreams, Or As Sudden Hunches And Insights That Cannot Be Denied. They Feel More As If They Emerge From Inside And Steer You From Within Like An Inner Guardian Angel. . . . And, Most Amazing, It Has Never Forgotten You, Although You May Have Spent Most Of Your Life Ignoring It.

Mediocrity Is No Answer To Violence. In Fact, It Probably Invites Violence. At Least The Mediocre And The Violent Appear Together As In The Old Western Movies - The Ruffian Outlaw Band Shooting Up Main Street And The Little White Church With The Little White Schoolteacher Wringing Her Hands. To Cool Violence You Need Rhythm, Humor, Tempering; You Need Dance And Rhetoric. Not Therapeutic Understanding.

I Think The Worst Atmosphere For A Six-year-old Is One In Which There Are No Expectations Whatsoever. That Is, It's Worse For The Child To Grow Up In A Vacuum Where "whatever You Do Is Alright, I'm Sure You'll Succeed." That Is A Statement Of Disinterest. It Says, "i Really Have No Fantasies For You At All."