The 19th-century rebel poet Shelley said:
Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number
Shake the chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you.
We are many, they are few.
THAT GOVERNMENT IS BEST WHICH GOVERNS LEAST Let me be free of ligaments and tendencies to change myself into a shape that's less than spirit. LET ME BE A WOLF, a caterpillar, a salmon, or an OTTER sailing in the silver water beneath the rosy sky. Were I a moth or condor you'd see me fly! I love this meat of which I'm made! I dive into it to find the simplest vital shape! AH! HERE'S THE CHILD!!! WHAT'S LIBERTY WHEN ONE CLASS STARVES ANOTHER? WHAT'S LIBERTY WHEN ONE CLASS STARVES ANOTHER? |