“Shortly after, Mr. Weston came over with some of the fishermen, under another name, and the disguise of a blacksmith, where he heard of the ruin and dissolution of his colony...so uncertain are the mutable things of this unstable world. And yet men set their hearts upon them, though they daily see the vanity thereof.” – William Bradford’s Of Plymouth Plantation
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Solitude
Solitude produces no polemic against the world because its concerns are inward. Where one lives alone, the focus to fight against the present evil age wanes, since the mode of living is the end of the struggle. One has given up the battle for a response that says that there is no more struggle over the world's claim to sovereignty. The fluid of one's existence is spent on survival rather than any statement countering all of noise out there. This fluid can only be expressed in words that sound on ears that could take in what seems pleasant to them...
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