And yet this is it, this life — the only party we got invited to. Marx told us as much about not getting to make our history under conditions of our choosing. If I'd chosen, it would be whenever a person could sit in a grove doing dialectics as an acolyte of the religion of Don Quixote, a religion which has only two commandments:

1. be a shepherd
2. live mad, die sane

That time would probably be communism.

from anne boyer -- notes on poetry: there will be singing