St George and the dragon

If only wise people ruled and all the dragons of inequity had been slain, what would be the point? 

We need our dragons as love needs hate, and the day needs the night; for without the darkness of hate how would we know when the joy of love had dawned upon us?

And on night's return, what would drive us to seek the dawn, if not the memory of love's soothing caresses? 

But fear not the impending extinction of our dragons, for people will always fashion dragons even where there are none – in sunny California the battles still rage on the analyst’s couch, and in a perfect world St George would slay Utopia^[1].