I love to hear the voices of children the sweet, melodious voices of children. I love their faces. beautiful faces. happy faces. And spontaneous bodies: bodies of curiosity bodies of light and life. How easy to love! How easy to suffer! And how spontaneously to share the well-waters of emotions: to laugh to cry. Theirs is the health and purity of truth before the learned disorders of corruption. I love to be in the presence of children. I love them.
But how do children grow up to become citizens of a world of cruelty and want, violence and oppression? A world perpetually at war against nature. A world at war against children.