THE PEOPLE
The
People are often hardworking,
But
sometimes lazy,
Often spiritual but sometimes sensual.
They
are the crude clay from which
The
highest humanity can be formed,
The
crucible in which
A
new human type can be forged,
Superior
to anything that preceded it.
They
often live in the city
But
sometimes in the country,
Are often artificial but sometimes natural.
They
are more paradoxical
Than
might at first appear,
For
they show an aptitude for the artificial
Without
desiring to suppress
What
naturalness they possess.
They
often bless but sometimes curse,
Often
praise but sometimes swear.
Their
choice of language
Is
offensive to cultivated ears,
Since
it betrays a contempt for sex
Which,
in living closer to nature,
The
older classes tend to reject.
They
often live close together
But
sometimes far apart,
Are often quiet but sometimes noisy.
They
signify a closer approximation
To
the Ultimate Oneness of God
Than
do their rulers and masters,
And,
if they aren't particularly considerate,
Are
at least tolerant!