In response to a few of the vexing questions no one’s ever
asked me:
If music is a moral law, as Plato is reputed to have
written, then the most that can be said of our current popular music is that
even at its very best it is still a misdemeanor.
History? You need to be careful, take it a bit at a time,
in sips, not in gulps. History is full of poisonous memories.
I believe that as moral beings we must cast an understanding
eye on any of the various forms of sexual and gender dyslexia we see around us.
I do not believe that we must fashion our society upon them.
There is value in procrastination. It is the father of
restraint.
She is the very model of a woman scorned. And living with
her as leader would confirm the rest of the proverb.
America is the continuous project of free souls intent on
forming a perfected conscience. It is a project far from completion, and much
that is commonly considered progress toward that completion is in actuality no
more than the dust and disorder attendant on any remodeling. Our politics are
the noisome squabble of those who, driven more by ego than by any principle of
design, wrongly believe themselves the architects.
His was a wounded soul, blind to the truth right in front
of him, deaf to the truth ringing in his ears.
While it may be true, as I have often heard it said, that
as Americans we have a government of laws and not a government of men, it is
equally true that those laws are written by men and administered by them. And
therein lies the rub.