To be sure, this time will shine. Regrettably, it may often shine with the coarse flame of anger and pride, with the sickly gleam of the fascist's polished boot. But it will also shine from our renewed hearts.
In these troubled times we need more of the third level of understanding that brings a deeper commitment to a future that is more genuinely humane, more fully inclusive, more dedicated to justice than to greed and more able to find ways to balance the needs of both nature and culture.
History abounds with examples of tyrants exploiting groups of people who believed they were about to be saved from the uncertainties of life, and the rule of divide and conquer has been a favorite tool.
I have often been questioned about my name in my home country. Every year, on the first day of school, all students looked the same; grey pants, striped shirts and maroon ties. But when roll call kicked off, I slid deeper into my seat.
Forget all words and give shape to no phrases. We learn more in silence, undisturbed by the sound of our voice. For if destiny is mind dependent, then it's inferior to ourselves, therefore it's unimportant.
It was 1998, I just migrated to the United States from Jordan with my mother to start a new life. As I reflect now on that time period, I realize that I had subconsciously sought a certain cultural trace in order to understand and appreciate America.
A submyth looks and acts like a myth and borrows stirring mythic themes and characters, but it lacks the transformative total involvement of authentic, living myth. However much it moves us, we leave its presence as spectators, knowing it to be fiction.