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Give me a lever long enough and a place to stand, and I will move the world

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G.K. Chesterton was a mad genius, a bullet-biting Archimedes. From his What’s Wrong with the World, in response to doctors wanting poor childrens’ hair cut short to prevent lice:

Now the whole parable and purpose of these last pages, and indeed of all these pages, is this: to assert that we must instantly begin all over again, and begin at the other end. I begin with a little girl’s hair. That I know is a good thing at any rate. Whatever else is evil, the pride of a good mother in the beauty of her daughter is good. It is one of those adamantine tendernesses which are the touchstones of every age and race. If other things are against it, other things must go down. If landlords and laws and sciences are against it, landlords and laws and sciences must go down. With the red hair of one she-urchin in the gutter I will set fire to all modern civilization. Because a girl should have long hair, she should have clean hair; because she should have clean hair, she should not have an unclean home: because she should not have an unclean home, she should have a free and leisured mother; because she should have a free mother, she should not have an usurious landlord; because there should not be an usurious landlord, there should be a redistribution of property; because there should be a redistribution of property, there shall be a revolution. That little urchin with the gold-red hair, whom I have just watched toddling past my house, she shall not be lopped and lamed and altered; her hair shall not be cut short like a convict’s; no, all the kingdoms of the earth shall be hacked about and mutilated to suit her. She is the human and sacred image; all around her the social fabric shall sway and split and fall; the pillars of society shall be shaken, and the roofs of ages come rushing down, and not one hair of her head shall be harmed.

Written by James Bailey

January 20, 2015 at 3:38 pm

Star Love

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Do we believe in vain

That these stars twinkle for us?

These luminous beauties

whose numbers defy comprehension,

whose size dwarfs our very world

of little rocks and little thoughts-

whose heat overpowers

not mere flesh alone,

but the very atoms which dared

to join together in our creation.

These fierce beauties fill the heavens

burning bright,

with the power of their souls;

seeking out,

grand galactic society;

or perhaps

an attractive binary companion.

Dare we claim to be the center,

To hold the gaze

of the Maker of the Universe?

Who would notice if we

after a brief season

living off the energy of one lonely star

passed on to icy dust

or scattered ashes,

fading away among the ancient lights

Written by James Bailey

August 31, 2007 at 3:43 am

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