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1995 08 01
In Elizabethan London anyone could instantly gauge your importance by your entourage. Footmen clearing the way, a fanfare of brass, the biggest carriage, the finest team, a corona of dukes and barons — redundancy on redundancy — would have made the Queen’s passage unmistakable. A visiting ploughman would be visible only if he didn’t get to the gutter and its stream of raw sewage fast enough.
Today, people in the next county, too far away to see the Secret Service helicopters, will still feel the President’s visit by means of a traffic jam. (For the rest of us, even owning a BMW leaves us masked among millions.)
Society focuses on only a few and we individuals absorb only a fraction of that focus. In one sense, the burden is already too great on the person who needs to discover himself. Contrarily, there’s liability in thinking you know your resources after a fast sift through the top of an improperly sorted heap. The liability multiplies when those doing most of the sifting for you have an agenda in which, though you are given the highest rhetorical esteem, apart from your duty as tax payer, your actual status is disposable tissue.
Thanks to the net, anyone with a URL can now parade an image and accouter it with virtual fanfare. If most books are trash, what are most home pages? My home page is growing. Have I no shame?
My shame is that I haven’t already, and since decades ago, succeeded in communicating my work to you. It’s certainly been about all of us all along.