Remember the first time you saw a Mad Max movie? Seems like only yesterday that most of us had to scramble for a dictionary to check "dystopia." Come to think of it, do you know where your dictionary is?
Richard Florida and Stewart Brand pitched visions of a future that was, for the most part, pretty rosy. Of course we had Animal Farm and 1984, too. Oh yeah, Brave New World and A Clockwork Orange.
My generation had Paul Ehrlich and Rachel Carson laying a path for Greta Thunberg and other brave, articulate souls who just happen to notice that the emperor is naked.
Truth doesn't have anything to do with what your political party believes. It has no real relationship to the rituals of the church in which you were raised. No god worth the title is on any side in any war.
Truth just is.
If anybody had ever paid much attention to me, somebody would have probably killed me a long time ago. Fortunately, I preach to a small choir. All they do is kick me off FaceBook.
We can't do much hugging just now but there's no ration on love.
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