I sum up the prospects for 1967 in three short sentences. We are back on course. The ship is picking up speed. The economy is moving. Every seaman knows the command at such a moment: ‘steady as she goes’.
I am rather in favour of dealing with teenage hooliganism.
I am not proposing to seek your votes because there is a blue sky ahead today.
Your strike will not win. You cannot be allowed to succeed.
We are always doing something to cover up our basic existential anxiety. Some people live that way until the day they die.
There are many people in the world who feel that if only they had a bigger car, a nicer house, better vacations, a more understanding boss, or a more interesting partner, then their life would work. We all go through that one. Slowly we wear out most of our ‘if onlies.’
Whenever we say a person’s name, notice whether we have stated more than a fact. For example, the judgment, ‘She’s thoughtless’ goes beyond the facts ‘She said she’d call me and she didn’t.’
Underneath our nice, friendly facades there is great unease. If I were to scratch below the surface of anyone I would find fear, pain, and anxiety running amok. We all have ways to cover them up. We overeat, over-drink, overwork; we watch too much television.
I’m always trying to figure out what God is and why matter exists and whether it contains spirit or not.