Friday, November 9, 2012

Daydreams of a Lone Political Blogger

If a man danced upon a beachfront, and no one looked in his direction, would the dance have been any the worse for it?...

How might the man have danced before an audience of many? Or perhaps just of one other? And if the man were Zarathustra?


  1. Maybe we're really all lone political bloggers. Exiles.

    And only dreaming that anybody is reading what have posted.

    I'm in a weird mood.

  2. Nope. There's more truth to it than we all care to admit. We look for affirmation of our convictions, and then take solace when we find it, but get anxious when we don't.

  3. If I had a political blog I would call it "Always Anxious", I think.
    Convictions. Strong word. Solid. Not many people really have them. I suppose you cannot share what you do not own, unless you are a Keynesian...but I digress.
    Thank you for your insight on my armoire. I have run out of ways to research it. I will call it a bespoke piece and move on.