The birds they sang At the break of day Start again I heard them say Don’t dwell on what Has passed away Or what is yet to be. Ah the wars they will Be fought again The holy dove She will be caught again Bought and sold And bought again The dove is never free. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in. —Leonard Cohen
Once upon a time the public stage was an open place to see and be seenSometime the being seen was without a particular message. Maybe one’s presence expressed support? Maybe it expressed a watchfulness.There is information available from body language and the context in which it is thrown downThere are means, within the physical space, even if it is not your turn to be heard to be heard.
Now there are all forms of electronic meetings. Have they increased accessibility? Have they increased effective citizen participation in governance?