I'm Not Afraid," Rafi Said.

Marxists Are People Whose Insides Are Torn Up Day After Day Because They Want To Rule The World And No One Will Even Publish Their Letter To The Editor.

Perhaps Passing Through The Gates Of Death Is Like Passing Quietly Through The Gate In A Pasture Fence. On The Other Side, You Keep Walking, Without The Need To Look Back. No Shock, No Drama, Just The Lifting Of A Plank Or Two In A Simple Wooden Gate In A Clearing. Neither Pain, Nor Floods Of Light, Nor Great Voices, But Just The Silent Crossing Of A Meadow.

It Was A Good Speech, But The Reaction Was Due To The Fact That Politics Are Madness, And Even If One Does Not Know It, A Country In Electoral Season Experiences Flares Of Lunacy Like The Great Storms That Sometimes March Across The Golden Surface Of The Sun.

And Even When I Was Broken The Way Sometimes One Can Be Broken, And Even Though I Had Fallen, I Found Upon Arising That I Was Stronger Than Before, That The Glories, If I May Call Them That, Which I Had Loved So Much And That Had Been Darkened In My Fall, Were Shinning Even Brighter And Nearly Everytime Subsequently I Have Fallen And Darkness Has Come Over Me, They Have Obstinately Arisen, Not As They Were, But Brighter.

I Made A Boy's Mistake, Common Enough, Of Thinking That Real Life Was Knowing Many Things And Many People, Living Dangerously In Faraway Places, Crossing The Sea, Or Starting A Power Company On The Columbia River, A Steamship Line In Bolivia.