When resources become skimpy, human beings don't suddenly cooperate to conserve what's left. They fight to the last scrap for possession of a diminishing resource. ↗
And I wake up happy, baby, because I possess beauty and I own that beauty in all the forms it can take and the least important of those are physical. ↗
It is precisely as though I were possessed by some other spirit when I enter on a new task of acting, as though something within me presses a switch and my own consciousness merges into some other, greater, more vital being. ↗