How Can The Unknown Merit Reverence?

I Saw Len Hutton In His Prime, Another Time, Another Time.

Do The Structures Of Language And The Structures Of Reality (by Which I Mean What Actually Happens) Move Along Parallel Lines? Does Reality Essentially Remain Outside Language, Separate, Obdurate, Alien, Not Susceptible To Description? Is An Accurate And Vital Correspondence Between What Is And Our Perception Of It Impossible? Or Is It That We Are Obliged To Use Language Only In Order To Obscure And Distort Reality -- To Distort What Happens -- Because We Fear It?

I Think We Communicate Only Too Well, In Our Silence, In What Is Unsaid, And That What Takes Place Is A Continual Evasion, Desperate Rearguard Attempts To Keep Ourselves To Ourselves. Communication Is Too Alarming. To Enter Into Someone Else's Life Is Too Frightening. To Disclose To Others The Poverty Within Us Is Too Fearsome A Possibility.

The Invasion Of Iraq Was A Bandit Act, An Act Of Blatant State Terrorism, Demonstrating Absolute Contempt For The Concept Of International Law.

If Milosevic Is To Be Tried, He Has To Be Tried By A Proper Court, An Impartial, Properly Constituted Court Which Has International Respect.