The potential lyncher is in almost all of us (excluding saints, past and present;
but then, most saints have been crazy in their own ways), and every now and then, he
has to be let loose to scream and roll around in the grass. Our emotions and our fears
form their own body, and we recognize that it demands its own exercise to maintain
proper muscle tone. Certain of these emotional muscles are accepted – even exalted – in
civilized society; they are, of course, the emotions that tend to maintain the status quo of
civilization itself. Love, friendship, loyalty, kindness -- these are all the emotions that we
applaud, emotions that have been immortalized in the couplets of Hallmark cards and in
the verses (I don’t dare call it poetry) of Leonard Nimoy.