Thursday, March 21, 2013

On personal risk

An anonymous poem (?) found scrawled on a scrap of paper in a used bookstore:

Participation is a form of tacit approval. 
But rebellion is risky. 

At some point, the stakes get high enough to offset the risks. 

At some point continued participation becomes too risky—what price the loss of your soul? 

But between those two poles of personal risk lies a large gray wasteland, a foggy desert of self-doubt and self-loathing where one can get lost for an entire lifetime.

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