After I dipped my toe into the current political discussion Monday morning, by noon I wished I had not.
I have previously resolved not to involve myself in such nonsense, instead trying to emulate my old pal Paul, who wrote, “Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable — if anything is excellent or praiseworthy — think about such things.”
There is nothing true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent or praiseworthy about politics and government, and yet every so often I forget myself and write about it anyway.
As I wrote to a friend on Facebook after a small kerfuffle, “I do usually regret leaping into the fray. More than 50 years after Pete Townshend put it so succinctly — ‘Meet the new boss, same as the old boss’ — most people still don’t get it. I should chalk that up to ‘things I cannot change’ and concentrate on the important stuff.”
A very dear friend from my ancient past wrote, “funny that your perception of reality is so totally different than mine.”
“I agree. It’s the most interesting thing about these present times,” I responded.
And so, except when I forget my resolution, I write in this space about love, joy, peace, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. I try not to be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. That’s probably one of the reasons why the analytics say my audience rarely rises about two or three dozen readers. Noise sells.
That won’t stop me from sitting quietly in my old blue chair, a golden retriever snout against my foot, seeking a still, small voice that calls me to add beauty to this nutty world, not more discord.
I apologize for the misstep.
