My apologies in the delay of this post/chapter of the blog/book.
These last weeks have offered only a crowd of foreseeable but unforeseen demands, accompanied by unforeseen disruptions, with an agenda to interrupt loudly and rudely the tasks requisite of solitary reflection. The complicated needs of others have seen fit to weigh accidently and in tandem on shoulders with few resources, limited experience and expended energy. The possibilities of letting others down seem to stalk my efforts at every turn. The heaviness of these lamentable entanglements, these pile-ups, seem always to visit with ferocious synergy during the dark November months. They are relieved at first snow, with the reminder of the promise of Christmas vacation, a reprieve from the muddled purposes and anonymous vulnerability of the busy world, a retreat to the family, the familiar and to rest and solitude. Today, hell is other people, and we can't just get along.
The bitter irony of late is thus. Our universities profess to teach critical thinking, questioning of the world and what we think, independent thought, the pursuit of truth through the tearing down of illusion. Yet, when the professor is criticized by the student, the student pays in censure and even academic penalty. The lesson is, focus your critique elsewhere, occupy your station, do not question authority, do what you're told and repeat after me. Those who attack hypocrites, can also be hypocritical - thus becoming a reflection of their critique.
Thus we fight, we lose a battle, we conflict, and we own no truths other than our dignity, and this is both the reason for and the method of our constant struggle.
Peace.
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