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Americans Don't Have Saner Gun Laws Because Most Americans, Including Those Citizens Who Puzzle Over Better Angels, Don't Want Saner Gun Laws.

Most Things Don't Stay The Way They Are Very Long.

Construed As Turf, Home Just Seems A Provisional Claim, A Designation You Make Upon A Place, Not One It Makes On You. A Certain Set Of Buildings, A Glimpsed, Smudged Window-view Across A Schoolyard, A Musty Aroma Sniffed Behind A Garage When You Were A Child, All Of Which Come Crowding In Upon Your Latter-day Senses -- Those Are Pungent Things And Vivid, Even Consoling. But To Me They Are Also Inert And Nostalgic And Unlikely To Connect You To The Real, To That Essence Art Can Sometimes Achieve, Which Is Permanence.

Finally I Do Like Best Of All Stories Whose Necessity Is In The Implied Recognition That Someplace Out There There Exists An Urgency-a Chaos-, An Insanity, A Misrule Of Some Dire Sort Which Can End Life As We Know It But For The Fact That This Very Story Is Written, This Order Found, This Style Determined, The Worst Averted, And We Are Beneficiaries Of That Order By Being Readers

Things You Did. Things You Never Did. Things You Dreamed. After A Long Time They Run Together.