Community means people spending time together here, and I don’t think there’s really that.
Category Archive: 1942
My father worked for governments all his life as an engineer and public works director.
A single economy makes the constant adjustments necessary to facilitate trade impossible.
I expected to die. At no time before the trial did I expect to escape with my life. Yet being executed in the gas chamber did not necessarily mean defeat. It could be one more step to bring the community to a higher level of consciousness.
The decision for me was whether to have ‘The Father’ be a book that told a story – from the point of view of this speaker, the daughter – without, as in the earlier books, then having a section on something else and a section on something else.
I don’t come from a privileged background.
Everyone thinks they’re going to write one book of poems or one novel.
I think tremendous change has taken place since the World Summit for Children in 1990.
I’m addicted to email, but other than that, there are practical things – being able to buy a book on the internet that you can’t find in your local bookshop. This could be a lifeline if you live further from the sources.
There is no reality of consciousness independent of the effects of various vehicles of content on subsequent action (and hence, of course, on memory).