“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
Saturday, September 19, 2020
Consent of the governed?
Consent of the governed? What is consent? What does it mean to consent to anything? Why all of the secrecy of there is consent? Who is consenting? Why are they consenting?
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