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I'm a slowly but surely aging hippie, about 50 years in
the race, living in Maui, Hawaii, and missing the Mountains;
writing a novel and poetry and short stories and searching
for a cure for writer's block which I think may be a genetic
problem for which a pill cure will soon be found. In the
meantime I intend to try Viagra since it seems to help everything
else. Sometimes I wish I'd lived in the rougher days of
the Wild West, maybe been a mountain man living off the
land.
I never seemed to be completely at home with the values of greatness our Great Society developed, bought and sold by Madison Avenue and Wall Street, that more is better and bigger is better still and the trick is to make stuff and instill a need and sell stuff to fill the needs instilled, you know how it goes, and community is a club in more ways than one and we huddle together and by laws beat the intransigent, who may stray onto paths less travelled damn them, into their proper place in the scheme of things; and you know I love Big Brother, the way he watches over me and keeps people from praying in my school and knows just when and where to spend the money I earn and, best of all, when and where to rain bombs and other such agents of destruction upon all those other intransigents damn them all. How can we ever have order if people don't obey the Common Vision?
And I love the way mankind collectively views Progress as a tool for improvement that can be controlled, as if progress is not an angel and a demon, a whirling dervish to raise the dust from whence we came and to which we undeniably will return and you can't take it with you when you go, and that should give us a hint where true value lies....
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