If each individual is unique, how else can he be made ‘equal’ to others than by destroying most of what is human in him and reducing human society to the mindless uniformity of the ant heap?
I think of that prison-like gym, of the grey office nearby, of the self-obsessed getters and spenders jostling on the pavements between and the whole ant heap of faddish acquisition and ambition that surrounds them.
There is only an up or down: up to man's age-old dream - the ultimate in individual freedom consistent with law and order - or down to the ant heap of totalitarianism.
Occasionally conifers push down from the valley sides to the water and the light softens, and there are ant heaps the size of sofas.