don’t know how to do the right thing. I don’t even know what’s right. I have no answer. But I sure smell something wrong with the government . . .

an important way that things get passed on from generation to generation” (p. 236).

eat is not right, where the air I breathe is not right, where the architecture in which I spend my time assaults me, the lighting and the chairs and the smells and the plastic are not right. Where the words I hear on TV and are printed in the newspaper are lies, where the people who are in charge of things are not right because they are

on here.

realize . . . [that] society if dysfunctional. The political process is dysfunctional. And we have to work on cures that are beyond my cure. That’s revolution” (Hillman, 1992, pp. 218-219).

“Pass . . . on what you love . . . political action, civil disobedience, even if you know you’re going to lose.

cannot repair it in myself in my own relationships alone, because my problem is social dysfunctions . . . . Where the school isn’t right for my kids, where the food

my marriage?” (Hillman, 1992, p. 219).

weeps, cringes, shakes. It’s wrong, simply wrong, what’s going