In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die;
The near approach a bed may shew
Of human bliss to human woe.
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In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die;
The near approach a bed may shew
Of human bliss to human woe.
“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