To The Extent That I Come From

All Beginnings Are Hard.

Each Generation Thinks It Fights New Battles. But The Battles Are The Same. Only The People Are Different.

Seeds Must Be Sown Everywhere. Only Some Will Bear Fruit. But There Would Not Be The Fruit From The Few Had The Many Not Been Sown

All Of Us Grow Up In Particular Realities - A Home, Family, A Clan, A Small Town, A Neighborhood. Depending Upon How We're Brought Up, We Are Either Deeply Aware Of The Particular Reading Of Reality Into Which We Are Born, Or We Are Peripherally Aware Of It.

In Our Time ... A Man Whose Enemies Are Faceless Bureaucrats Almost Never Wins. It Is Our Equivalent To The Anger Of The Gods In Ancient Times. But Those Gods You Must Understand Were Far More Imaginative Than Our Tiny Bureaucrats. They Spoke From Mountaintops Not From Tiny Airless Offices. They Rode Clouds. They Were Possessed Of Passion. They Had Voices And Names. Six Thousand Years Of Civilization Have Brought Us To This.