Sociology, the guilty science, functions best by alarm.
Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.
if you listen too hard to the technology, your ear goes deaf to its implications.
Every art is a church without communicants, presided over by a parish of the respectable. An artist is born kneeling; he fights to stand. A critic, by nature of the judgment seat, is born sitting.
How clerks love refusing. It salves them for being clerks.
But the trek that starts with the feet always rises in time to the head. There had never been any of mankind's that didn't.