Perhaps Walt Whitman sums today up best:
If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show,
‘Twould not be you, Niagara – nor you, ye limitless prairies – nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado,
Nor you, Yosemite – nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyserloops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing,
Nor Oregon’s white cones – nor Huron’s belt of mighty lakes – nor Mississippi’s stream:
This seething hemisphere’s humanity, as now, I’d name – the still small voice vibrating -America’s choosing day…
(Borrowed from Dailykos.)
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When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer forget who robbed me last year, who played me for a fool–then there will be no speaker in all the world say the name: “The People,” with any fleck of a sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.
The mob–the crowd–the mass–will arrive then.
Carl Sandburg, “I am the Peolple, the Mob”
I AM the people–the mob–the crowd–the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?
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When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer Forget who robbed me last year, who played me for a fool–then there will be no speaker in all the world say the name: “The People,” with any fleck of a sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.
The mob–the crowd–the mass–will arrive then.
Carl Sandburg, “I am the People, the Mob”