The sun goes ‘round and ‘round and so do I. I rush to the east to meet the sun as it rises, to fulfill obligations and check off what is expected of me. But no matter how hard I try, I can never get there in time. The sun always beats me to the spot. So I follow its arc and charge to the west, clinging to other men’s dreams, not mine. Then I watch it all vanish, as the sun turns to fumes on a faraway hill.
The following dizzying ride through that brewery known as contemporary English doublespeak is not for the faint-hearted. Fasten your seat belts. You’ve been forewarned.
These days we’re scared to death to speak the truth for fear that we might offend somebody and be summarily branded as “intolerant.” Even more troubling, many things that once were morally reprehensible are now called “good,” or at best, are simply shrugged off with an air of indifference. Dare to point out another man’s poor behavior and you are likely to hear the increasingly common retort, “It is what it is.”