Mourn If You Must, But

Freedom! To Fill People's Mailboxes, Eyes, Ears And Brains With Commercial Rubbish Against Their Will, Television Programs That Are Impossible To Watch With A Sense Of Coherence. Freedom! To Force Information On People, Taking No Account Of Their Right Not To Accept It Or Their Right Of Peace Of Mind. Freedom! To Spit In The Eyes And Souls Of Passersby With Advertisements.

As The Fathers Live, So The Children Play.

Many Of You Have Already Found Out, And Others Will Find Out In The Course Of Their Lives, That Truth Eludes Us If We Do Not Concentrate Our Attention Totally On It's Pursuit. But Even While It Eludes Us, The Illusion Of Knowing It Still Lingers And Leads To Many Misunderstandings. Also, Truth Seldom Is Pleasant; It Is Almost Invariably Bitter.

At What Point, Then, Should One Resist? When One's Belt Is Taken Away? When One Is Ordered To Face Into A Corner? When One Crosses The Threshold Of One's Home? An Arrest Consists Of A Series Of Incidental Irrelevancies, Of A Multitude Of Things That Do Not Matter, And There Seems No Point In Arguing About One Of Them Individually...and Yet All These Incidental Irrelevancies Taken Together Implacably Constitute The Arrest.

We Particularly Like People Who Value Us Highly.