When poor people get involved in a long conflict, such as a strike or a civil rights drive, and the pressure increases each day, there is a deep need for spiritual advice. Without it, we see families crumble, leadership weaken, and hard workers grow tired.
Now and then, when I grow nostalgic about my ocean childhood – the wauling of gulls and the smell of salt, somebody solicitous will bundle me into a car and drive me to the nearest briny horizon.
As long as government is allowed to collect all Internet data, the perceived exigency will drive honest civil servants to reach more broadly and deeply into our networked lives.
The insane pursuit of the holy grail of a balanced budget in the end is going to drive the economy into a depression.
If I can’t drive my old pickup to wherever I’m going, well, chances are good that I just won’t go.
Women want to drive and they are taking actual steps towards that.
When you drive, you are doing several things at once. You are using your eyes, ears, hands, your mind. If you have meditated for many years and have reached a lofty height in your meditation, as I have, you can meditate while running and cycling and painting.
Endorsing Ronald Reagan in 1980, Kissinger threw in with America’s new militarists, who would jump-start a revived Cold War and drive to retake the Third World.
Even we schoolchildren know that ordinary diplomats don’t drive around in unmarked cars carrying Glock pistols.
I drive an American car. It’s a Chrysler. That’s not an endorsement. It’s more like a cry for pity.