Any society which does not allow people
time and opportunity to do important things
is a contemptible failure.  Let me stumble,
then, in a hidden glade in a lost forest,
upon an observance of hermits,
eddies of defiance, sufferers
of the hunger stronger than the hunger,
hobnobbing among the hollyhocks,
evading society's hierarchy of ineptitude,
all the kinship networks of bad ideas
asking, which are more ethical,
wars for or wars against?
I am still waiting for the sphinx
to answer my riddle.