LIFE–real life–is small. Intimate. Personal. As close as a cat’s purr, a hug, a cup of tea, the blooming of a flower. It is not, and never will be, defined by the grand ambitions of fools, lunatics, and tyrants. They live their own small and mortal lives, less authentic and decent than our own, and in their ignorance and pretension try to project them onto the world. And we, who cherish and maintain the simple dignity of our own lives and those around us, go on living those lives, as best we can. Trying to maintain a balance. It has always been this way, and probably always will.