Human beings will be happier - not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again. That's my utopia.
Monday, March 17, 2003
I was okay as long as I thought the voices of world opinion mattered, that somehow the very idea of the US attacking another country not posing an immediate and imminent threat to anyone, would be channeled into something productive through diplomatic means.
Now that it's obvious a long planned strategy is being implemented by the hand of some power hungry religious fanatic which will effectively destroy all meaning to the idea of democracy and unleash violent destruction world wide, I find myself barely functional.
The spark that was, the hope that was, the country that was, the person I was...