In Those Days, When You Got Boxed,

A Revolution Is Not The Overturning Of A Cart, A Reshuffling In The Cards Of State. It Is A Process, A Swelling, A New Growth In The Race. If It Is Real, Not Simply A Trauma, It Is Another Ring In The Tree Of History, Layer Upon Layer Of Invisible Tissue Composing The Evidence Of A Circle.

No One Should Be Adored, It's Fundamentally Immoral.

Let Us Stop Being Afraid. Of Our Own Thoughts, Our Own Minds. Of Madness, Our Own Or Others'. Stop Being Afraid Of The Mind Itself, Its Astonishing Functions And Fandangos, Its Complications And Simplifications, The Wonderful Operation Of Its Machinery--more Wonderful Because It Is Not Machinery At All Or Predictable.

Coitus Can Scarcely Be Said To Take Place In A Vacuum; Although Of Itself It Appears A Biological And Physical Activity, It Is Set So Deeply Within The Larger Context Of Human Affairs That It Serves As A Charged Microcosm Of The Variety Of Attitudes And Values To Which Culture Subscribes. Among Other Things, It May Serve As A Model Of Sexual Politics On An Individual Or Personal Plane.

With The First Act Of Cruelty Committed In The Name Of Revolution, With The First Murder, With The First Purge And Execution, We Have Lost The Revolution.