There is only one contract that is immutable; inviolable. If the ground should ever shake and fissure, and that contract is broken; we will have reached levels of lawlessness beyond what even Dante could have imagined. We trust enough to build our hopes on solid ground, all the while knowing (perhaps) that what we deem as solid is but a thin crust floating perilously atop a sea of churning lava. …and yet we declare it the basis of our being.
‘Waterworld’ is and has always a fiction. As has 'Space Odyssey'. The men who inhabit such realms are more than simply human. Poseidon fathered not just men, but heroes.
I finally had a chance to see Wolfgang Petersen’s ‘Air Force One’ last night. It made me nostalgic for the days in which I could believe that the President of the United States was on our side and we on his; that he was strong and principled, a man worthy of our admiration and devotion. Now I wonder if such men ever really existed. At least we thought so. And that alone seemed to be enough to make us a great nation.
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