Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.
Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.
“What needs to be returned to is what I call the ‘social imagination,’ which is the idea that human beings have the right to be the authors of their own worlds rather than being simply an expression of the world that they happen to have been born into. They always have the right, and indeed the obligation, to be makers of their own world, which capitalism, of course, doesn’t allow.”
Curtis White