some thoughts from henry miller.
"any primitive man would have understood me, any man of archaic epochs would have understood me: only those about me, that is to say, a continent of a hundred million people, failed to understand my language. to write intelligibly for them i would have been obliged first of all to kill something, secondly, to arrest time. i had just made the realization that life is indestructible and that there is no such thing as time, only the present. did they expect me to deny the truth which it had taken me all my life to catch a glimpse of? they most certainly did. the one thing they did not want to hear about was that life is indestructible. was not their precious new world reared on the destruction of the innocent, on rape and plunder and torture and devastation? both continents had been violated; both continents had been stripped and plundered of all that was precious - in things. no greater humiliation, it seems to me, was meted out to any man than to montezuma; no race was ever more ruthlessly wiped out than the american indian; no land was ever raped in the foul and bloody way that california was raped by gold-diggers. i blush to think of our origins- our hands steeped in blood and crime. and there is no let-up to the slaughter and the pillage, as i discovered first hand traveling throughout the length and breadth of the land. down to the closest friend every man is a potential murderer. often it wasn't necessary to bring out the gun or the lasso or the branding iron- they had found subtler and more devilish ways of torturing and killing their own. for me the most excruciating agony was to have the word annihilated before it had even left my mouth. i learned, by bitter experience, to hold my tongue; i learned to sit in silence, and even smile, when actually i was foaming at the mouth. i learned to shake hands and say how do you do to all these innocent looking fiends who were only waiting for me to sit down in order to suck my blood."