An excerpt: [took this from Wei Guo's blog]
"So in the heart of the desert, on the naked rind of the planet, in an isolation like that of the beginnings of the world, we built a village of men. We told stories, we sang songs. In the air there was that slight fever that reigns over a gaily prepared feast. And yet we were infinitely poor. Wind, sand and stars. The austerity of Trappists. But in this badly lighted cloth, a handful of men who possessed nothing in the world but their memories were sharing invisible riches."
Imagination is a beautiful thing. But citizens in a democracy should go one step further -- to know how to talk (and argue).