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What they need—and desperately—are directors. People trained to set limited, sequential goals and provide periodic incentives of new toys and amusements—to give them the best games, but for no more than three hours a day.
Their tendency to plagiarize indicates that they could be set to work well in groups, if properly assigned and supervised—they really have the proper shoulder-peering ethic for a cubicled world. Imagine them all at work on an elephant's smile.
Behind the scenes, all is peaceful and panelled—on clean open spaces of counter and floor industrious model-makers craft a muddy forelimb, while a mating call spins backwards through the sound machine.
In the absence of barriers the exercise of discipline must be allowed. If god won't build walls he must allow the use of force and the exercise of discipline—
If god will keep bringing covetous people into this world to ride about other people's landscapes taking their measure as backgrounds to commemorative portraits of themselves—the colonial imperative, after every plague of it a hundred years of reeking.