Now, I must return immediately to my personal life.
There is a small child skipping happily down my street outside my window this very moment. And I feel compelled to charge after it like a mad dog, to chase it down, to bark and scream and terrify every ounce of its innocence away into the clouds above, only to spit in its face before it scampers away like a rabbit to its hole, so there it can fester in the darkness without its dreams or hopes of a sinless, peaceful heaven-on-Earth, and can be born afresh, no longer a dreamer, a naive and unwitting Platonist pointing to those imperceptible all-mighty Forms above us, but instead is reborn a monster, a villain and devil--a true subterranean creature of the dark, cold soil of the Earth--to those who reject the true face of the world, and those who happen to be, to his at once un-daunted dismay and unfettered glee, the vast majority of other animals who inhabit planet Earth, a vicious, unvanquished species that, always failing to recognize itself, falls to its knees in worship over its own methods: a diversity of obsequious compulsions it fondles to administer, with the smile of a Grand Inquisitor inflicting stabs of hot coals upon the eyes of children to save their souls, upon those who simply have no desire to believe or, more importantly, to obey them. Such are the desires of Mass man.
The question, before I leap out my window after this child, then, is this: would my mad-dog-like charge of terror be any more justified than the torture of Mass Man?
Pray that a catch the precious vermin.
In the meantime, dig this article posted at Attack the System.
May the force be with you...always.