In November 1988, twenty-five years after the death of President John F. Kennedy on November 22, 1963, television networks marked the anniversary.
Ted Sorenson was interviewed on one show. The interviewer asked: "Do you still think about President Kennedy?" Sorenson answered: "I think about him every day. Not a day goes by when I don't think about him."
In the beginning was the rule of sacred kings
Who hallowed field, grain, plow, who handed down
The law of sacrifices, set the bounds
To mortal men forever hungering
For the Invisible Ones' just ordinance
That holds the sun and moon in perfect balance
And whose forms in their eternal radiance
Feel no suffering, nor know death's ambiance.
Long ago the sons of the gods, the sacred line,
Passed, and mankind remained alone,
Embroiled in pleasure and pain, cut off from being,
Condemned to change unhallowed, unconfined.
But intimations of the true life never died,
And it is for us, in this time of harm
To keep, in metaphor and symbol and in psalm,
Reminders of that former sacred reverence.
Perhaps some day the darkness will be banned,
Perhaps some day the times will turn about,
The sun will once more rule us as our god
And take the sacrifices from our hands.
Hermann Hesse, Magister Ludi: The Glass Bead Game.