



'Is a man entitled to the sweat of his brow?'





'NO,', says the man from Washington, 'it belongs to the poor'





'NO,', says the man from the Vatican, 'it belongs to God.'.





'NO,', says the man in Moscow, 'it belongs to everyone.'.





I, REJECT those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible...





I chose: RAPTURE.





A city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, where the GREAT would not be constrained by the SMALL!

