What would do, if we lost all this? Where would we go? We’d be penniless. Homeless, probably. Developing major fucking addictions.
This is the only life we’re used to. We’re not equipped for anything else. We haven’t got the skills. The personality. The can-do attitude.
A can’t-do attitude: that’s what we have. An instant defeat attitude. A sink-down-on-our-knees-and-wail attitude.
Compromise … Negotiation … We’re not made for that. We’re not diplomats. We’re not careful with what we say. We’re erratic. We’re not used to speaking to outsiders. To non-philosophers.
They could close us down, just like that. It’d be nothing to them. Don’t forget that. We’ve got to sell ourselves. We’ve got to survive. Compromise. We can’t be fanatics now. We can’t be fundamentalists. We have to sleep with the enemy, basically.
Work in Progress 