All social space is suffused with political meanings and agendas, the very stones and walls a kind of testament to the ongoing struggles for liberation and justices.

War is smaller in scale than in recent memory, but it is far more ambiguous, intractable, and nasty. Money flows more quickly than ever, but it is still somehow manages to gather and puddle in certain places, for certain people rather then others.

Friendship requires a leap, not of faith but of regard.

For every apparent gain, in short, we now observe a balancing danger. This is the world we have created.

We don't know what the future will bring, but that's because we are ever in the process of creating it, not because it is an alien force to which we have to submit.

How doe we create the world we want, rather than a world that just happens to us?

We are capitalism made flesh.