Forgive me, readers, for the paucity of output here lately. A concatenation of upheavals and disruptions in my personal life, combined with a deepening gloom as regards our position on the great arc of history, have together knocked some of the stuffing out of me, and I find myself slow to recover.
Much on my mind has been the brevity of our lives, and how little we can truly lay claim to as our own. All we really possess, in the last analysis, is that which cannot be taken away — and let me remind you, friends, that in this life anything that can be taken away most likely will be, before the last curtain falls.
Dignity? Fuhgeddaboutit, as they say in these parts. (It’s a stupid concept anyway, says Steven Pinker.)
That’s all I have right now, I’m afraid. I’m going to spend the rest of the evening with Aurelius and something strong to drink.