I wonder if I am too aware of the craziness of our world today.
I don't have TV, by choice, but I do of course have the internet and satellite radio. During the campaign (two years?) I kept up pretty much with what was going on with satellite radio and XM's POTUS channel. Lots of coverage. Maybe too much.
I think of myself as one of those "responsible citizens": I pay my taxes (on time!), I vote in every election even though it's 37 miles to my polling place, and I try to stay current on what is going on in the world. I even write letters to pols, papers, and magazines— not that it does any good. But that's not the point. The point is to take part.
Well, that's not true. To make a difference is the point. The only point. And I feel, for the first time in my life, that trying to make a difference may be pointless in these times in which we live. The message is not lost on me that my opinions and standards, admittedly somewhat traditional, are not welcome in today's so-called market place of ideas. They are... outmoded.
So I wonder why I don't just divest myself of that "making a difference" gene and deal with my life just exactly as it is here in my extremely remote (some would desolate) homestead and let the damn crazy world roll by in its handbasket without me, thankyouverymuch.
Hamlet asks his friend Horatio to "absent [himself] from felicity awhile" in order to tell the world of his tragic end. Well, I'm getting pretty tired of the absence of felicity in public affairs lately and am starting to wonder if those medieval Irish hermits who went off into the green wilderness didn't have the right idea after all.
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