An economic system which can only expand or expire must be false to all that is human.
Those art lovers who pride themselves mostly on *taste* usually possess no other talent.
Phoenix, Arizona: an oasis of ugliness in the midst of a beautiful wasteland.
The result of this bestial lust is an indiscriminate and promiscuous splaying of all of my energies- wanting all, I accomplish nothing; desiring everything, I satisfy nothing and am satisfied by nothing.
God is love? Not bloody likely.
The feminists have a legitimate grievance. But so does everyone else.