The erosion of a nation's concern for life and for individual rights, has always preceded the intrusion of tyranny.

Faced with the pain of freedom, man begs for his shackles.

I cherish the fantasy, even the hope, of adventures in other realms to come. But how can we choke out that most precious of all gifts, life, with the rope of religion around our necks? It chokes out freedom with dogma. It pinions us to the stake of superstition.

. . . in America, we have achieved the Orwellian prediction - enslaved, the people have been programmed to love their bondage and are left to clutch only mirage-like images of freedom, its fables and fictions. The new slaves are linked together by vast electronic chains of television that imprison not their bodies but their minds. Their desires are programmed, their tastes manipulated, their values set for them.

I am not as concerned about choosing the right words as I am in letting the words flow naturally.

We could advance the human race enormously if we but learned to communicate honestly with our neighbors.

I love my life and I am so blessed.