Reach as I may, there just is no way to get to my goal.

Let’s put our differences aside for a minute and consider all people equal regardless of age, profession, religion, income and yes, even height.

There was a time when if I wanted a book, I just got one. I could look at it, pen it, chew on the material, whatever, it didn’t matter. As my interest in books widened, the restrictions on having them tightened.

I began to doubt the credibility of my “benevolent” rulers. I warned the regime that if my inalienable right to have access to books of my choice wasn’t restored, I would resist and expose them. Needless to say, they did not meet my demands, so I had no choice but to pick up the pen. Sure, they took the pen away from me too, something about a choking hazard, so now I type my tale. I will not allow these deeds to slip by without notice.

What sort of conspiracy is it when they will read short pretty books to me only, not hundred-year-old antique volumes of Goethe in their original Old German; won’t let me bite or mangle the complete set of original encyclopedias from 1897; and even the illustrated Kama Whatever-It’s-Called is kept out of reach. And that one claims to have lots of pictures. What’s up with that? While education is generally covered under our employee compensation plan, higher education remains metaphorically as well as literally out of reach. Racism, classism, and even toddlerism is going on; these things are not my concern today. As long as top-shelf education remains above the 3-foot mark, we can’t pretend to have equality and we cannot pretend to have freedom.

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