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One thing they agreed on at the Villa that there was no place for old conflicts. “Let it all go. This is a new place. This is the face of old resolutions.”
There were the classic conflicts between gender, race, class, religious belief and so on. There were modern ones such as the conflict between American democratic conscience and the requirements of being a “world power.” There were the odious and fabricated political conflicts generated by people who were led by the nose and shaken like rag dolls at various times.
“Well then, it doesn’t settle anything because the world is the way it is. But isn’t it time to view the world as brand new, without conflict and what it might want to become?”
Laughter was conditioned by the nature of the spirit at any given time. And when the spirit soared the laughter was good and got caught up in the limbs of the oak trees until even the creek owls started to respond. And then one would say, “This is a wonderful night for the grand idiots of the world!” Silence would follow and then the thing would break up. Before he went in the poet always looked to the night sky and saw himself as coming to the Earth for the first time and not knowing what he was getting into. From one hundred thousand miles away it looked pleasant, colorful but inert and no one could have prepared the happy traveler for what he would find on landing.
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