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March 23, 2004

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The Root (With a Small Exponent of Explanation)

I was about to make a comment on original thought especially with the network war going on in the TV airwaves here in our country when I got to just thinking of arrogance and mission. The former topic was quite enticing, with its twisted plots of libel and thievery of intellectual property but then arrogance and mission were, to my mind, part of the root of it all, well, in terms of original thought. I have come across people, especially braggard adolescents, who wave the "carpe diem" phrase during lunch to sound cool as it was their own invention and forgetting that it came from the golden age of philosophy more than two thousand years ago. Some even had not known there was a golden age of philosophy, yet their holsters have all those "carpe diems", ready to shoot and blow off the smoke from the gun barrel, it looks cool. When you get into a meeting in the boardrooms of the glass buildings of the world, there would be the occasional, "I was the one who imp...

Again from Fahrenheit 451

"Number one: Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. The book has pores . It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You'd find life under the glass, streaming fast in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper. the more 'literary' you are. That's my definition, anyway. Telling detail . Fresh detail. The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies." "So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, with a...

"Well tonight thank God its them instead of you!"

From the song Do They Know its Christmas? written by Sir Bob Geldoff and that portion sung by Bono. My friend and I were talking about street kids crossing the streets at night while we were driving, coming from mothers who raised them in karitons, sleeping in carton boxes.

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