You ride astride the imaginary in order to hunt down the real.

I think it's an area that one writes from that is curious because it is not a clearly defined partisan one.

I came, I saw, I was confused.

Better still - your history has shown how powerful a moral catharsis expressed through popular resistance to injustice can sometimes be; I have in mind the grassroots opposition to the Vietnam War.

Even ivory towers need central heating.

Leaving traces of ourselves, as in creative productivity, could then be seen as part of the definition of consciousness for us as well. We know that in order to progress we must stretch for something just out of reach--if only for a life that will be more compassionate and decent than the cruelty, paranoia, greed, narrow corporatism, or narcissism we mostly indulge in and find such ample justification for. And so we dream.

In dancing with the enemy one follows his steps even if counting under one's breath.