I had a dream, in 1985, I believe, when a friend I'd gone to school with was sick - one of the first people I knew who'd gotten the AIDS virus. I had a dream of him in his bedroom with an angel crashing through the ceiling. I wrote a poem called 'Angels in America. ' I've never looked at the poem since the day I wrote it.
Democracy demands that the religiously motivated translate their concerns into universal, rather than religion-specific, values.