A poem:
Creed or Chaos? We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin. We believe everything is OK as long as you don't hurt anyone, to the best of your definition of hurt, and to the best of your knowledge. We believe in sex before, during and after marriage. We believe in the therapy of sin. We believe that adultery is fun. We believe sodomy's OK. We believe that taboos are taboo. We believe that everything's getting better despite evidence to the contrary. The evidence must be investigated And you can prove anything with evidence. We believe there's something in hororscopes, UFO's and bent spoons; Jesus was a good man just like Budda, Mohammed, and ourselves. He was a good moral teacher although we think His good morals were bad. We believe that all religions are basically the same--at least the one that we read was. They all believe in love and goodness, They only differ on matters of creation, sin, heaven, hell, God and salvation. We believe that after death comes the Nothing Because when you ask the dead what happens they say nothing. If death is not the end, if the dead have lied, then it's compulsory heaven for all excepting perhaps Hitler, Stalin and Genghis Khan. We believe in Masters and Johnson What's selected is average. What's average is normal. What's normal is good. We believe is total disarmament We believe there are direct links between warfare and bloodshed. Americans should beat their guns into tractors and the Russians would be sure to follow. We believe that man is essentially good. It's only his behavior that lets him down. This is the fault of society. Society is the fault of conditions. Conditions are the fault of society. We believe that each man must find the truth that is right for him. Reality will adapt accordingly. The universe will readjust. History will alter. We believe that there is no absolute truth excepting the truth that there is no absolute truth. We believe in the rejection of creeds and the flowering of individual thought. If chance be the Father of all flesh, disaster is his rainbow in the sky, and when you hear State of Emergency! Sniper Kills Ten! Troops on Rampage! Whites go Looting! Bomb Blasts School! It is but the sound of man worshipping his maker. By Dorothy Sayers
Now, I found this "poem" to be incredibly offensive -- equating situational morality (a valid system) with virtual anarchy and wish-fulfillment-thinking. But I didn't convey my displeasure to Eva in those terms; she sent the following email a few days later.