Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.
Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.
But he who dies in despair has lived his whole life in vain.
Only thought which does violence to itself is hard enough to shatter myth.
It would be advisable to think of progress in the crudest, most basic terms: that no one should go hungry anymore, that there should be no more torture, no more Auschwitz. Only then will the idea of progress be free from lies.
Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.