s./j. goldner

(March 2nd,1984 / USA)

postscript


You cannot make people see evil
even if you blaze it from a 10,000
volt football stage.
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  • Seán O' Muiriosa (7/13/2007 10:35:00 AM)

    I feel there's a political element to this, am i right? It certainly hits home with me on that level.
    Seán (Report) Reply

  • Melanie Agua-Winney (6/28/2007 3:18:00 PM)

    Evil, so with Beauty or Love is a mystery yet to be resolved by logic. i love how you creatively simplify the idea of evil in this context-in such a manner that is not a hackneyed philosophizing. (Report) Reply

  • Nalini Hebbar (8/29/2006 7:05:00 PM)

    SUN...but truth lives on even after the evil has finished its work...great lines of wisdom...love...nalini (Report) Reply

  • Tailor Bell (8/29/2006 3:05:00 PM)

    the eye does not see what the mind does not know...or something like that.
    [kick a politician today] - my possible new bumper sticker. -Tailor (Report) Reply

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