The only reason for living is being fully
alive;
and you can’t be fully alive if you are crashed by secret
fear,
and bullied with the threat: Get money or eat dirt! —
and forced to do a thousand mean things meaner than your
nature,
and forced to clutch on to possessions in the hope they’ll make
you
feel safe,
and forced to watch everyone that comes near you, lest they’ve
come
to do you down.
Without a bit of common trust in one another, we can’t
live.
In the end we go insane.
It is the penalty of fear and meanness, being meaner than
our
natures are.
To be alive, you’ve got to feel a generous flow,
and under a competitive system, that is impossible,
really.
The world is waiting for a new great movement of
generosity,
or for a great wave of death.
We must change the system, and make living free to all
men,
or we must see men die, and then die
ourselves.