Courtesy of MLusk of Weather Records
Ok Oh and Boxes of Breakfast Cereal : Boston Bib Lettuce
It occurs to one, when on hiatus, on sabbatical if you will, that there are surprisingly few choices. Things can be reduced, often are reduced, often reduction being fought against tooth and nail. I witness it in my life every day. I breathe it. I fight tooth and nail. Sometimes I witness it but I don't accept it, this natural reduction. But to live by principle, solely by some conceptual standard meter decided upon, to live this way, always holding up the stick, there is going to be a trouble. Or, there is going to be no trouble. It's like this: fundamentalism either leads to killing everyone else, or letting everyone else do as they please. There is no in between.