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Can governance of the globe become lib? I wrote about one path in my last book, Of voting growing from the U.N.'s rib, Of ballots cast from every global nook, Of an elected Gen Sec, weak yet strong. Nehru or Nixon?  That's just a detail, Lib rules win even when lib pols are wrong. Lib-con global parties grow and prevail. On this both of our countries can agree, Gandhi and Jefferson are of one mind, Cali and Delhi both want to be free, Let's devise liberal global ties that bind. An end to parties?  That's an illusion, Biz eth for nine billion is delusion,  

Biz Eth Can Unite the World (Thesis) Biz eth permissions and prohibitions, Accord with Manu and the CCP, Likewise with the Islamic traditions, With Buddhism and the land of the free. Lib pol by contrast is highly partial, Not all the world is adversarial, Drawn to a politics quasi-martial, To harmony's official burial. Biz eth corps will bring us all together, We'll choose to be ruled by Pulte or Rouse, We'll vote with our feet, with foam and leather, We'll live in this or that globe-spanning house. For lands that want to stick with lib pol, fine, For the globe, let's forget the U.S. line.

Biz eth is conducive to growth and scale, High eth self-subverts with size, becomes fake, Big state, global high eth is doomed to fail, Done right, universal biz eth can take. Biz eth is not for Himalayan heights, High eth is made for the ethical peak, Biz eth does better in countering blights, It's not best for the saintly, the unique. High eth is part of our evolution, It's baked into us, just as biz eth is, We need both for a global solution, Otherwise the world is flat, without fizz. Let biz eth keep us from ethical doom, Let many lotuses of high eth bloom.

Acknowledge Your Own Contradictions (Synthesis) Ambivalence kills--but sometimes it should, You are now religiously conflicted, Perhaps you should stay so, that might be good, Perhaps you should stay self-contradicted. My advice to you now entails a risk, Unknotting yourself creates real danger, So prepare yourself for my stop and frisk, Pretend it comes from a helpful stranger. Here it is: In religion, you are torn, Part of you wants stardom, as in biz eth, Part of you wants to walk a path unworn, Believes that stardom is ethical death. To find roots, you need to make up your mind, If you don't, your home you will never find.

Religion is the Most Suffocating Domain (Antithesis) Religion puts us in a cosmic box, No one is really good in each domain, Muhammad--an eth, biz, pol, and art fox, Science?   I don't think so.  You have to strain. My gifts are a tall mountain less than his, But that's not really the issue I have, Of course I'm not a universal wiz, But I may be a universal mav. Do I want meaning wrapped up in a bow, Attached to a partial, doubtful story? For me, I suspect the answer is no, For me there may not be a greater glory. It may be my fate forever to roam, I may never find a religious home.

I'm OK, You're OK (Synthesis) The voices in my head are who I am, Superego's "share!", id's "dare!"--you're both there, Voices of blood, sad bile, mad bile, and phlegm, A Lib voice of flair, a Con voice of care. Sometimes I'm sick of Me who talks and writes, I want more Me who never says a word, Mostly, I don't think my master's voice blights, Mostly, I think my servant's voice is heard. I'm OK, you're OK, my mother's book said, Toff Me says, "Bosh, that's pop psychology," Pop Me says, "Toff, we're inside the same head, Pop is good, no need for apology." Toff Me says, I agree with You, full stop, If You can, please switch around Toff and Pop.