Supposed to go...

I know where he's going. He's going where he's supposed to go. So he can be where he's suppose to be, at the time he's supposed to be there. Why? So he'll be liked. My God, a whole country of us who only want to be liked.



But to be liked, you must never disagree. And if you never disagree, it's like only breathing in and never breathing out! A man can suffocate on courtesy.



What if God wanted to be liked instead of loved? What if the Almighty delayed every decision until He was sure it would please the majority? Great whales might have offended some legislature, which God knew would rise one day to speak endlessly of Common Good!



Common Good be darned! Give me something magnificently uncommon!



--- From the play The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail