Less is not more. More is more.
There's no shortage of material in life.
Obsolescence is the moment of superabundance.
My relief of mind would be tremendous if we just had too much of something besides patriotism and spirit.
The only soldier ever so honored. He was then the Chief of Staff of the Army.
Perhaps I am still very much of an American. That is to say, naïve, optimistic, gullible. In the eyes of a European, what am I but an American to the core, an American who exposes his Americanism like a sore. Like it or not, I am a product of this land of plenty, a believer in superabundance, a believer in miracles.
I shall speak of how melancholy and utopia preclude one another. How they fertilize one another... of the revulsion that follows one insight and precedes the next... of superabundance and surfeit. Of stasis in progress. And of myself, for whom melancholy and utopia are heads and tails of the same coin.