Since the world began, we have gone about our work quietly, resisting the urge to generalize, valuing the individual over the group, the actual over the conceptual, the inherent sweetness of the present moment over the theoretically peaceful future to be obtained via murder. Many of us have trouble sleeping and lie awake at night, worrying about something catastrophic befalling someone we love. We rise in the morning with no plans to convert anyone via beating, humiliation, or invasion. To tell the truth, we are tired. We work. We would just like some peace and quiet.
Friday, August 27, 2004
By George Saunders. At Stephany Aulenback's suggestion, "Every post on every blog should contain at least one link to it today," here you go.
Posted by Isabella Kratynski at 10:56 am