Utopia Lies At The Horizon.

In 1492, The Natives Discovered They Were Indians, Discovered They Lived In America, Discovered They Were Naked, Discovered That The Sin Existed, Discovered They Owed Allegiance To A King And Kingdom From Another World And A God From Another Sky, And That This God Had Invented The Guilty And The Dress, And Had Sent To Be Burnt Alive Who Worships The Sun The Moon The Earth And The Rain That Wets It.

The Big Bankers Of The World, Who Practise The Terrorism Of Money, Are More Powerful Than Kings And Field Marshals, Even More Than The Pope Of Rome Himself. They Never Dirty Their Hands. They Kill No-one: They Limit Themselves To Applauding The Show.

If The World Is Upside Down The Way It Is Now, Wouldn't We Have To Turn It Over To Get It To Stand Up Straight?

No History Is Mute. No Matter How Much They Own It, Break It, And Lie About It, Human History Refuses To Shut Its Mouth. Despite Deafness And Ignorance, The Time That Was Continues To Tick Inside The Time That Is.

I Can't Sleep. There Is A Woman Stuck Between My Eyelids. I Would Tell Her To Get Out If I Could. But There Is A Woman Stuck In My Throat