Dissent is an intrinsic right and moral obligation, whether we do so during the national anthem or the long interim in anticipation of the descent of real democracy.
Without sacrifice, politics remains superficial and misleading. A progressive democracy encourages honesty, needs it to survive, and employs it to surmount enemies both within and without.
How can we use time rightly while pursuing paths that impoverish? Who but us can replenish the earth and furnish time with tasks that ensure our survival?
A sense of dignity is essential to a sense of destiny. Without this support, fear of tragedy extorts us daily, often unconsciously. Then we take caution (and precaution) beyond rational bounds and common sense. Hence the birth of superstition.
How heartily do others inspire our hope despite the port that compels, especially when these contradict where they sail? How much in their presence do we embrace ourselves? How much of ourselves do we surrender amid bids and barter? Do bids breed resilience or resignation instead? Do we discern ...
Without risks, we rewind the past and repeat the present while being absent to ourselves, our greatness at least. If we were present to this, we would seize courage and assault crests until we exceeded our best.
How much of our regard hides contempt for their radius because of their recrudescence? How often do we seek surrogates to support our need to connect with something more humane? How ably do artists embrace this task, however restricted their role?