The shape of our lives is defined by our insertion into institutions and systems whose interlocking power generates the "virtual read more

The shape of our lives is defined by our insertion into institutions and systems whose interlocking power generates the "virtual reality" we experience. Such 'knowledge' is so thoroughly a part of our worldview that it simply would not occur to most people to question it. Yet underneath this reality is another, subinstitutional reality in which very different responses are simply acted out. This is the reality in which everyone, until very recently, lived. -David Schwartz.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

Christians are supposed not merely to endure change, nor even to profit by it, but to cause it.

Christians are supposed not merely to endure change, nor even to profit by it, but to cause it.

Nothing has changed in France, there is only a Frenchman the
more.
[Fr., Il n'y a rien de read more

Nothing has changed in France, there is only a Frenchman the
more.
[Fr., Il n'y a rien de change en France; il n'y a qu'un Francais
de plus.]

All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.

All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.

Other things may change us, but we start and end with family

Other things may change us, but we start and end with family

Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change read more

Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others.

In a progressive country change is constant; change is inevitable.

In a progressive country change is constant; change is inevitable.

Whose foot is on the treadle/That turns the burning stars/Has spun the world half way round/Since last I called/Come down, read more

Whose foot is on the treadle/That turns the burning stars/Has spun the world half way round/Since last I called/Come down, come down.
That stars that in September/Looked through the mournful rain/Now set their sight again/Upon a world half night, half light
Men of distant years have said/That much depends on change of seasons/On solstices and equinox/And they have given reasons.
I disagree./Too much turns on inadvertence/On what seems to be/An accident of hand and knee/A chance sunrise/A glance of eyes.