I Am Not A Prophet;

'i Am Insecure' Means: I Can't Cope On My Own. The Odds Are Overwhelming. I Can't Resist Them On My Own. I Need Us To Join Forces, Stand Shoulder To Shoulder, March Hand In Hand.

In "solid Modernity" Difference Was Tolerated As A Temporary Irritant Only, Expected To Disappear Tomorrow, When "those Aliens" Will Become Like Us. "living With Strangers" Was Therefore Not Something To Last And Did Not Call For Developing Appropriate Arts And Skills. Now, However, It Looks Like That Diasporic Context Of Our Living Will Not Go Away - It Will Be There Forever, So Learning How To Live With Strangers Day In, Day Out Without Abandoning My Own Strangeness Is High On The Agenda.

The Inequality Between The World's Individuals Is Staggering.

With My Tongue In One Cheek Only, I'd Suggest That Were Our Palaeolithic Ancestors To Discover The Peer-review Dredger, We Would Be Still Sitting In Caves.

As Long As Being A Stranger And Surrounded By Strangers Was Seen As A Temporary Irritant, A Smallest Departure From The Binding Rules Of Conduct By A Member Of A Minority, Was Taken For A Major Crime Justifying Deportation.