We Need Not Seek Our Own Best

The Days Of My Youth I Remember As Nearly Always In Need Of Explanation, And Not As Much Fun As Advertised In The Promotions For Board Games And Breakfast Cereal.

The Rich, Like Well Brought Up Children, Are Meant To Be Seen, Not Heard.

When We Talk About The Foreign, The Question Becomes One Of Us Versus Them. But In The End, Is One Just The Opposite Side Of The Other?

Further Strengthenings Of The Self-centered Instinct For Survival Recruit Even Greater Numbers Of People Into Some Sort Of Ring Of Fellowship (church Or Gender, Red State Or Blue) By Populating The Terra Incognita Outside The Ring With Enough Barbarians To Verify The Existence Of A Civilization Within--to Define The Preferred Stock By What, As All Good People Agree, It Decidedly Is Not.

What Joins The Americans One To Another Is Not A Common Ancestry, Language Or Race, But A Shared Work Of The Imagination That Looks Forward To The Making Of A Future, Not Backward To The Insignia Of The Past. Their Enterprise Is Underwritten By A Constitution That Allows For The Widest Horizons Of Sight And The Broadest Range Of Expression, Supports The Liberties Of The People As Opposed To The Ambitions Of The State, And Stands As Premise For A Narrative Rather Than Plan For An Invasion Or A Monument. The Narrative Was Always Plural; Not One Story, Many Stories.