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Ideally, what should be said to every child, repeatedly, throughout his or her school life is something like this: 'You are in the process of being indoctrinated. We have not yet evolved a system of education that is not a system of indoctrination. We are sorry, but it is the best we can do. What you are being taught here is an amalgam of current prejudice and the choices of this particular culture. The slightest look at history will show how impermanent these must be. You are being taught by people who have been able to accommodate themselves to a regime of thought laid down by their predecessors. It is a self-perpetuating system. Those of you who are more robust and individual than others will be encouraged to leave and find ways of educating yourself — educating your own judgements. Those that stay must remember, always, and all the time, that they are being moulded and patterned to fit into the narrow and particular needs of this particular society

Ideally, what should be said to every child, repeatedly, throughout his or her school life is something like this: 'You are in the process of being indoctrinated. We have not yet evolved a system of education that is not a system of indoctrination. We are sorry, but it is the best we can do. What you are being taught here is an amalgam of current prejudice and the choices of this particular culture. The slightest look at history will show how impermanent these must be. You are being taught by people who have been able to accommodate themselves to a regime of thought laid down by their predecessors. It is a self-perpetuating system. Those of you who are more robust and individual than others will be encouraged to leave and find ways of educating yourself — educating your own judgements. Those that stay must remember, always, and all the time, that they are being moulded and patterned to fit into the narrow and particular needs of this particular society.

These simple joys last half a blink,
And these moments of sorrow last an infinity,

Grander earth has quaked before
Moved by the sound of His voice

These two wet pearls be threatening to expose me,
Hintin’ at how much in the reservoir they got,

I know I'm a tad too offsize,
My eyes are too wide,

I had this ember inside of me, some little smoldering piece of hope

And my pillow a cruel comfort,
It muffles my moans, and dries my eyes,
It strokes me quiet but only to tease,
And when I expect dreams,
I find lured to a familiar place,

Love is a flame that burns within, A passion that can never dim.
It fills our hearts with endless joy, And makes us feel alive, oh boy!

Tell me about cheap goodbyes, about flowers and love letters in your dustbin and about poems that witnessed your heartbreak.

Grace, a bestowal of Mercy.
Mercy tells of Patience.
Patience requires Faith.
Faith is the substance of Hope,
Hope is a promise of Joy.