(Greek, “theory of living”)
Ah, the 21st Century. Everyone has either a website, blog, or a wiki. Or so it seems. And here I thought we’d have personal jet packs and a cure for the common cold by now.
So, after all these billions of words are written, arguments advanced, opinions offered, facts cited, epithets hurled, syllogisms deconstructed… after all the naked emotion – the hands wrung, the dramas played out, the old bums thrown out and new bums in voted in, what will we choose to remember about this time in thirty years? What will our children say about it in fifty years? All these things so very important to us now – will our children even mention it at all to their children?
I sometimes stop, pen poised, and wonder if all of this passion, pathos and flying spittle only serves to put our neuroses on public display. Perhaps we change nothing, only adding to a rising cacophony of mutually exclusive temporal desires.
I have an urbane father-in-law who is a study in diplomacy and measured grace. I strive to emulate that, in spite of my impulses to be noticed, accepted, loved and understood.