THE SHARK EQUATION IS MADE OF GREED AND BLOOD LUST - DEMOCRATIC EQUATION'S IF YOU FIGHT FOR BLOOD - SHARK'S ARE MAD THINGS

And that is a bloodless SHARK war which goes on forever, 
under the peaceful name of evolution. 
In this war man ranges himself once and for all on the
side of the angels. 
Though he may, as individual, be defeated, he
can be certain of the outcome-because the whole universe is with
him.
There are experiments which are made with cunning and precision,
because the outcome is divined beforehand. 
The scientist for example always sets himself soluble problems. 
But man's experiment is not of this order.
 The answer to the grand experiment
is in the heart; the search must be conducted inwardly. 
We are afraid to trust the heart.  
We inhabit a mental world, a labyrinth in
whose dark recesses a monster waits to devour us.
 Thus far we have been moving in mythological dream sequence, finding no solutions because we are posing the wrong questions.
We find only what we look for, and we are looking in the wrong place. 
We have to come
out of the darkness, abandon these explorations which are only
flights of fear. We have to cease groping on all fours. 
We have to come out in the open, erect, and fully exposed.
These wars teach us nothing, not even how to conquer our fears.
We are still cave men.
 Democratic cave men, perhaps, but that
is small comfort. 
Our fight is to get out of the cave, If we were to
make the least effort in that direction we would inspire the whole world.

Let us make an imaginative recapitulation. Let us try to think back to the days when our forefathers first came to these shores. To begin with, they were RUnning away from something; like the exiles and expatriates whom we are in the habit of denigrating and reviling, they too had abandoned the homeland in search of something nearer to their heart's desire. One of the curious things a bout these progenitors of ours is that though avowedly searching for peace and happiness, for political and religious freedom, they began by robbing, poisoning. murdering, almost exterminating the race to whom this vast continent belonged. Later, when the gold rush started, they did the same to the Mexicans as they had to the Indians. And when the Mormons sprang up they practised the same cruelties, the same intolerance and persecution upon their own white brothers.

 The DREAM OF SLAVES IS THE
AIR -CONDITIONED NIGHTMARE

Slaves cannot unite; cowards cannot unite; the
ignorant cannot unite. It is only by obeying our highest impulses
that we can unite. The urge to surpass oneself has to be instinctive,
not theoretical or believable merely. Unless we make the effort to
realize the truths which are in us we shall fail again and again. As
Democrats, Republicans, Fascists, Communists, we are all on one
level. That is one of the reasons why we wage war so beautifully.

We begin here then, in the very quick of the nightmare, in the

crucible where all values are reduced to slag.

I am in a small, supposedly comfortaBle room of a modem hotel

equipped with all the latest conveniences. The bed is clean and

soft. the shower functions perfectly, THe toilet seat has been

sterilized since the last occupancy, if I am to believe what is

printed on the paper band which garlands it; soap, towels, lights,

stationery, everything is provided in abundance.

I am depressed, depressed beyond words. If I were to occupy this

room for any length of time I would go mad-or commit suicide.

THE SUICIDAL SHARKS