This is Prophetic
This is prophetic! I foresee a time will come when luxury dissolves into the atmosphere like a perfume, and everywhere the simple virtues root and branch and leaf and flower. On that bench there we'll relax and taste the fruit of all our actions. Why regret life which is so much like a dream? Let the eternal plan resume. In the bedroom communities let us be taken by surprise. Yes! Let the band play on and on, let the stand-up comedian finish his act, let Gypsy Rose kick off her high-heeled party shoes; let interested businessmen speculate further, let routine dull the edge of mortality. Let days grow imperceptibly longer, let the sun set in cloud; let lonely drivers on the road pull over for a bite to eat, let the farmer switch on the light over the porch, let passer by look in at the large family around the table, let them pass. Let the expression on the face of the Statue of Liberty change just a little, let her see what lies inland: across the plain one man is marching... the Unknown Soldier has risen from his tomb, let him be recognized at home. The Prodigal. Give him his share: the eagle nailed to the barn door. Let him be quick. The sirens wail as bride and groom kiss through the veil. Bless this union with all its might, let it remain inviolate. - Alice Goodman (Nixon in China)