Monsters Under My Bed

Here's a scary thought -- we are taught the world is one way when it is actually another. For ejemplo, everyone "knows" that married French men have mistresses in addition to wives, and nobody cares. However, there is the veneer of care, in that we claim to abhor adultery; that's how we're socialized, and that veneer passes for happiness (or, at least, contentment). Then we shriek about secret prisons abroad, where 'enemy combatants' are incarcerated; we act surprised when Cheney won't release any documentation. Paranoia becomes an act of community; we are made community by whom we fear. We give lip service to welcome, to tolerance, to the best ideas of humanity but secretly hoard (then revere) the worst because that's what truly holds us together.