There is not much talk, much less relevant thought, out in the streets these days. It's as if I awakened, after being kept indoors in chains (not really, just my toys are at home), and stepped outside into the light. In my imagination, so of course into my stories of science and fiction, the people are handing out personal Good News brochures, of what they have learned from family, school, neighborhoods, readings, etc., and are handing out that information to each other. You come home and you have a dozen personal brochures on every topic human, every opportunity, benefit, service. The ideals were real, their power considerable, but we have to feel them, and much has been done to allow our sense of feeling to decay, to not be attended to by the society. Now what is a society other than the social scripts as they filter through one's mind and experience? There are certain things we all feel we all know, perhaps here we shall find others. ...