Searching for the <i>Man</i> who lives in him was perhaps what he really meant, because certainly no beast has essayed the boundless, infinitely inve… - Arundhati Roy

Certainly no beast has essayed the boundless, infinitely inventive art of human hatred. No beast can match its range and power.

And on Ammu's road (to Age and Death) a small, sunny meadow appeared. Copper grass spangled with blue butterflies. Beyond it, an abyss.

Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past and imagine their world anew. This one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next.

We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our data banks and dead ideas, our dead rivers and smoky skies behind us. Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another world. And ready to fight for it.

Protecting its control of the world’s oil is fundamental to U.S. foreign policy.