The Family Is The American

In Our Truly Remarkable An Unexampled Civil Peace, Where There Are Rarely Fist Fights; Where No One Is Born, Is Gravely Ill, Or Dies; Where Meat Is Eaten But No One Sees An Animal Slaughtered; Where Scores Of Millions Of Cars, Trains, Elevators, And Airplanes Go Their Scheduled Way And There Is Rarely A Crash; Where An Immense Production Proceeds In Orderly Efficiency And The Shelves Are Duly Clears And Nevertheless None Of This Come To Joy Or Tragic Grief Or Any Other Final Good It Is Not Surprising If There Are Explosions.

Let Me Formulate The Artistic Disposition As Follows: It Is Reacting With One's Ideal To The Flaw In Oneself And In The World, And Somehow Making That Reaction Formation Solid Enough In The Medium So That It Indeed Becomes An Improved Bit Of Real World For Others.

There Is Only One Curriculum, No Matter What The Method Of Education: What Is Basic And Universal In Human Experience And Practice, The Underlying Structure Of Culture.

It Is By Losing Ourselves In Inquiry, Creation & Craft That We Become Something. Civilization Is A Continual Gift Of Spirit: Inventions, Discoveries, Insight, Art. We Are Citizens, As Socrates Would Have Said, & We Have It Available As Our Own.

The Ancient Dream Of Man To Fly Among The Stars And Go Through The Could And Look Down On The Lands And Seas Has Degenerated In Its Realization To The Socialized And Apathetic Behavior Of Passengers Who Hardly Look Out The Windows.