From Wilde, “The Soul of Man Under Socialism,” courtesy of a certain professor always apt with his 19th-century quotations:
And so he who would lead a Christlike life is he who is perfectly and absolutely himself. He may be a great poet, or a great man of science; or a young student at a University, or one who watches sheep upon a moor; or a maker of dramas, like Shakespeare, or a thinker about God, like Spinoza; or a child who plays in a garden, or a fisherman who throws his net into the sea. It does not matter what he is, as long as he realises the perfection of the soul that is within him.
Take that, Congress?
I’m going to go read the rest of the Wilde essay now, and think about, instead of our government’s inexorable slide into insanity, utopias that could or could not have been.