Its evil is precisely because we must think about it!

Its evil is the pessimism unlocked inside it to poison one or two generations away from true and healty vision about the future.

"Creator of horrible choas in youth! You put youth through its bitter death."

"You made history a provincial town with no future, waiting for Atilla to swoop down when spring came." It's insularity can not stop the glint from the first shield that appears on the horizon. While women wail and declare that the world is evil. Complete nuttiness will sweep through them, one thinks even as they shout, "we are not it, we are not the problem, we are not the conflict!"

The Master of ones fears is the master indeed. Fears to drive us in the woods of our secret heart. Dreams leak from rocks we are forced to move from one hillock to the next. Still and scary regions await one. "Anything," the nut says, "that blocks the pathway to song and story is my enemy!" (Sometimes the propitious things are found through panic.) What powerful disguises are put on to throw our meager selves off the track!

And so the nuts conclude that, "the world is a crazy place." A few of the sane concur. But then what is our obligation? If the world is crazy why am I acting the way I do? The phrase, "the world is crazy" really means, "ah, I have terrible limitations and can not act fully to change the course of things and the world is operating outside of my consent. Therefore, to protect myself from the insanity and so that I can pursue my self-interest I describe the world with that phrase." --

Oh it is a kind of child-book monster grown up from the pages to that between the man and the future. "I will devour you in one bite!" Says the monster. And the kid keeps pulling the book out and looking at the page sized etching of the fierce monster in front of the cave, all hair and eye, and it fascinates him. And donw he goes then to the long passage where men killed with sticks and daggers and saw the men they killed. Here, now, with this thing and what to follow, they simply evaporate without a trace and the evaporator will soon to be the evaporatee.

"And, after all," he thought, "isn't it simply a man getting pissed off that a bomb has changed history and all its habits for good?" He realized this thought as he saw, in his mind, the battle of Arabela unfold with shrieking noise and smoke of dust and the death in the eyes of many men. Quaintness.

"And they shall put them in valises and main the Earth with them and the Earth will be sore and wounded."

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