It was 1988, and I was just finishing a D.Phil at Oxford University on the topic of 'Nietzsche and German Idealism.'

He likes it. The fairy-tale topography of the town. A make-believe world of walled gardens. The quietness of summer. The stone-floored lodge and the deferential porter. Yes, a make-believe world, like something imagined by a shy child.

Somewhere to hide.

Dreaming spires.

You can use your idealism to further your aims, if you realize that nothing is Nirvana, nothing is perfect.

I went to study at Oxford University in the 1980s on an imperial scholarship instituted by Cecil Rhodes.

Benjamin Franklin maintained that every star is a sun, and every sun nourishes a 'chorus of worlds' just like ours.

The one who merely flees is not yet free. In fleeing he is still conditioned by that from which he flees.