Information's pretty thin stuff unless mixed with experience.

In the 1970s we got nouvelle cuisine in which a lot of the old rules were kicked over. And then we had cuisine minceur which people mixed up with nouvelle cuisine but was actually fancy diet cooking.

Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed but I don't know how.

That said the question remains: how to strike the balance between free speech and mutual respect in this mixed-up world both blessed and cursed with instant communication? We should not fight fire with fire threats with threats.

Editing yourself is like an irksome coin toss. You've got to strip yourself of super ego and operate from the id. Maybe I've got my Freud mixed up. It's just hard to trade a beauty shot for the performance with truth and a brightly lit zit.