I am uninterested in syrupy expressions . I do not want to compose cheap cards to the world about the benefits of love and country when so much of the earth is in pain.
We are afraid of raw words. Many times they have been turned on us. And sometimes, to our own shame, we have turned them back on others. Those of us who were bullied when younger especially remember the razor blade of pain not only words, but also actions caused.
Cliches keep the bonfires going, shutting out the darkness around where we might stand and see the glittering night which both loses us and finds us again in new constellations.