The shape of society,

the frame of our vision:



looking outward;

looking inward.


“There was a great cathedral.

To solemn songs,

A white procession

Moved toward the altar.

The chief man there

Was erect, and bore himself proudly.

Yet some could see him cringe,

As in a place of danger,

Throwing frightened glances into the air,

A-start at threatening faces in the past.”

The Black Riders

                                         and Other Line

Stephen Crane

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