We become slaves the moment we hand the keys to the definition of reality entirely over to someone else, whether it is a business, an economic theory, a political party, the White House, Newsworld or CNN.

If our dreams can last, then we could turn our time and place to gold.

The origin of corruption in politics is surely in the thought that you are the bearer of ultimate virtue.

Here I find a puzzle of great beauty: Canada works well in practice, but just doesn't work out in theory.

Democracies should be a delirium of choices - more options, not fewer; more avenues to travel, not fewer.

There is, it seems, an unbridgeable chasm between the concerns of a Sri Aurobindo and a Pat Robertson.

The myth of Canada, its hidden story, is of a contemplative country, a place of inwardness, where people can question the idea of nationhood and ponder what values we wish to see expressed and achieved, and what solitudes of identity and reverie we wish to preserve.