For the past month or so I have been wrestling with “How can you own yourself?” and have been made "blog mute" by the realisation that I can find only “Write bigger” answers.
I am heartened in that I have been "lonely often, and sometimes frightened" which perhaps indicates that I have not yet been overwhelmed by the tribe.
I have recently been imprisoned in a vacillation, an oscillation between an environment rich in Panglossian anecdote and an environment based on reasoning. Angels of thought, demons of instinct stuff.
I am unpacking the Age of Reason by reading “Voltaire’s Bastards” by John Ralston Saul, it seems that I am only half awake. Still I find that I am ready to re-start writing and thinking on modblog which has to be a Sellar and Yeatman "Good Thing"
What is worthy in thinking? Is thinking betrayed by the observation that “Westerners float half awake through a padded world”. If so, how can we best unpad our world? Should we be seeking moments of great passion?