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22 Feb, 14 tweets, 3 min read
It is not trivial or selfish to say we must get back to the business of being human. It is a fact and necessary for survival and sanity. Those who claim that we are, and they have been doing all to protect the most vulnerable and preserve life now must, if they are sincere,
approach the future with a more rational and honest set of guidelines and not fear investigation or questions in the false justification of community over the individual. It is a false binary.
We must be allowed to choose and learn about what options are available to us other than standing in what are no more moral or well managed than Lysenko’s broken promises or Mao’s empty fields.
Our rights are our rights, we are each born free. None of the expressions that form liberty or liberation are granted to us. They simply are. We are waiting for a promise that can not be kept by anyone, but ourselves.
It is a moral imperative. It is what we have promised many times over and over after cruel and hard lessons. We must stand with, by and for one another rather than try to restrain each other at the mercy of the merciless and meritless.
From Four Quartets by TS Eliot

Here is a place of disaffection
Time before and time after
In a dim light: neither daylight
Investing form with lucid stillness
Turning shadow into transient beauty
Wtih slow rotation suggesting permanence
Nor darkness to purify the soul
Emptying the sensual with deprivation
Cleansing affection from the temporal.
Neither plentitude nor vacancy. Only a flicker
Over the strained time-ridden faces
Distracted from distraction by distraction
Filled with fancies and empty of meaning
Tumid apathy with no concentration
Men and bits of paper, whirled by the cold wind
That blows before and after time,
Wind in and out of unwholesome lungs
Time before and time after.
Eructation of unhealthy souls
Into the faded air, the torpid
Driven on the wind that sweeps the gloomy hills of London,
Hampstead and Clerkenwell, Campden and Putney,
Highgate, Primrose and Ludgate.
Not here
Not here the darkness, in this twittering world.
Descend lower, descend only
Into the world of perpetual solitude,
World not world, but that which is not world,
Internal darkness, deprivation
And destitution of all property,
Dessication of the world of sense
Evacuation of the world of fancy,
Inoperancy of the world of spirit;
This is the one way, and the other
Is the same, not in movement
But abstention from movememnt; while the world moves
In appetency, on its metalled ways
Of time past and time future.
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