B. W. Powe Quotes

The Trojan War without Homer was nothing more than a battle over trade routes.


No rebellious heart is ever at ease with paths established by others.

Each voice carries a portion of value, no matter how unpalatable or distasteful that voice may be: no one person, government, ideology, transnational, or religious institution can own and dominate the whole.

We remake the world through our technologies, and these in turn remake and extend us, in ever spiraling lattices of complexity. McLuhan uncannily foresaw the future, where electronic technology would shape and expand cultures and societies into a global membrane of communications.

We become slaves the moment we hand the keys to the definition of reality entirely over to someone else, whether it is a business, an economic theory, a political party, the White House, Newsworld or CNN.

If you make things sound inoffensively obvious, then it is likely that no one will listen.

The origin of corruption in politics is surely in the thought that you are the bearer of ultimate virtue.

Certainty is usually a sign of pathology.

Here I find a puzzle of great beauty: Canada works well in practice, but just doesn’t work out in theory.

A just society will appear less spectacular, and less clearly defined, than a society with totalitarian leadership, theocratic goals.

It began in images and it ended in symbolism.

Threaten the balances of justice and you threaten the potential enlargements of mind and soul. Therefore justice is part of the safeguarding of the heart.

Charisma is a sign of the calling. Saints and pilgrims are defiantly moved by it.

Followers of another political party tell us that we will strengthen ourselves by ignoring our history, our traditions, our mythologies, our culture and vision, and by following the American way.

There is, it seems, an unbridgeable chasm between the concerns of a Sri Aurobindo and a Pat Robertson.

May the ability to see many points view keep us gentle.


Alienation and loneliness plant the seeds for rebellion and consciousness.

Canada is like several puzzles that we are all working on at the same time. Everyone has a part to add, but no one has seen the whole picture yet.

Democracies should be a delirium of choices – more options, not fewer; more avenues to travel, not fewer.

We have to learn how to contact one another over an enormous land space, across five-and-a-half time zones, in what as once a wilderness of scattered settlements, in what is now a sprawl of suburban edge cities and satellite towns. Technology forges connections and disconnections here.

The myth of Canada, its hidden story, is of a contemplative country, a place of inwardness, where people can question the idea of nationhood and ponder what values we wish to see expressed and achieved, and what solitudes of identity and reverie we wish to preserve.

Canada may be fast-forwarding, jump starting, into a new pattern, a model of communication linkages, a civilization that is more than a grab for power and dominance, a place that could channel the fires of the global wirings, where political alliances are subject to electrical ebb and flow, and the alchemical cultivations of imagination and perception, of the self, could precail of the ideology of capital.

If our dreams can last, then we could turn our time and place to gold.

Electrical fire and the fire of greed kindle economies. In that flux, nations become digitized commodities on stock-exchange floors and on investors’ rating screens. A country becomes a product to be rated for its obedience to paying of deficits and debts.

There must be engagement: there must be protest.