All The Gods Are Dead Except The

The White Youth Of Today Have Begun To React To The Fact That The American Way Of Life Is A Fossil Of History. What Do They Care If Their Old Baldheaded And Crew-cut Elders Don't Dig Their Caveman Mops? They Couldn't Care Less About The Old, Stiff-assed Honkies Who Don't Like Their New Dances: Frog, Monkey, Jerk, Swim, Watusi. All They Know Is That It Feels Good To Swing To Way-out Body-rhythms Instead Of Dragging Across The Dance Floor Like Zombies To The Dead Beat Of Mind-smothered Mickey Mouse Music.

The Most Revolutionary Statement In History Is "love Thine Enemy

In Prison, Those Things Withheld From And Denied To The Prisoner Become Precisely What He Wants Most Of All.

In The Increasingly Mechanized, Automated, Cybernated Environment Of The Modern World A Cold, Bodiless World Of Wheels, Smooth Plastic Surfaces, Tubes, Pushbuttons, Transistors, Computers, Jet Propulsion, Rockets To The Moon, Atomic Energy Man's Need For Affirmation Of His Biology Has Become That Much More Intense.

We Shall Have Our Manhood. We Shall Have It Or The Earth Will Be Leveled By Our Attempts To Gain It.