Like Arthur Dent of The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, I never mastered Thursdays. Or at least that’s what it feels like today, and it’s Thursday, isn’t it? Q.E.D.
And don’t get me started on mathematical induction, while we’re being postulationist: in high school my friends Michael and Michael and Michael and I once used that happy device to prove that everyone in the world was named “Michael” (with Linus in the rôle of the Exception That Proves The Rule). There was a minor logical flaw, as I recall. But surely just a little one.
Today’s New York Times has a beautiful op-ed piece written by international local hero Bruce Springsteen. I’m often on the fence about the opinions of our actors and musicians. Many – not all – are thoughtful and worthy with ideas; many more are not. Bob Dylan had something to say; Jimi Hendrix, even covering Bob Dylan, was not perhaps quite the same sage, though the words had power in his mouth.
Bruce Springsteen’s article is short and strong, and worth reading.
It is through the truthful exercising of the best of human qualities – respect for others, honesty about ourselves, faith in our ideals – that we come to life in God’s eyes. It is how our soul, as a nation and as individuals, is revealed. Our American government has strayed too far from American values. It is time to move forward. The country we carry in our hearts is waiting.
Anyway, politics is in the air, as it so frequently and blessedly is not in these parts. I chalk it up to Thursdays. I never did get the hang of Thursdays.
Link via Cipherdom — thanks for the fingerpost, Vernam.