The Reason To Be Autonomous Is To Stand There, A Cleared Instrument, Ready To Act, To Search The Moral Realm And Actual Conditions For What Needs To Be Done And To Do It: Fine, The Best, If It Works Out, But If, Like A Gun, It Comes In Handy To The Wrong Choice, Why Then You See The Danger In The Effective: Better Then An Autonomy That Stands And Looks About, Negotiating Nothing, The Supreme Indifferences: Is Anything To Be Gained Where As Much Is Lost: And If For Every Action There Is An Equal And Opposite Reaction Has The Loss Been Researched Equally With The Gain: You Can See How The Milling Actions Of Millions Could Come To A Buzzard-Like Glide As From A Coincidental, Warm Bottom Of Water Stuck Between Chilled Peaks: It Is Not So Easy To Say, Ok, Go On Out And Act: Who, Doing What, To What Or Whom: Just A Minute: Should The Bunker Be Bombed (If It Stores Gas): Should All The Rattlers Die Just Because They Rattle: If I Hear The Young Gentleman Vomiter Roaring Down The Hall In The Men'S Room, Should I Go And Inquire Of Him, Reducing Him To My Care: No Wonder The Great Sayers (Who Say Nothing) Sit About In Inaccessible States Of Mind: No Wonder Still Wisdom And Catatonia Appear To Exchange Places Occasionally: But If Anything Were Easy, Our Easy Choices Soon Would Carry Away Our Ignorance With The World-Better Let The Mixed-Up Mix And Let The Surface Shine With All The Possibilities, Each In Itself.