Let Us All Gather Under the Blanket Statement

Thinking along political lines, I gradually lose my way.

The spiritual dimension no longer exists. Most of what I’ve lost I’ve never found. I come to believe, age 73, that what I’ve lost existed at one time in language, but what I’ve lost was only made of words.

Words aren’t what they once were, the sound they make now is porous, leaky, they don’t mean what they once meant, they’re often little fakers.

Words are now made in the image and likeness of celebrityhood, the kind of celebrity enjoyed by powerful people who misuse them, sitting in self-satisfied judgement while watching the receiving line of the less fortunate spill out of the back door of the marbled hall and into the streets, holding their begging bowls.

Where do I go from here? To ask yet another question? To originalism? The platitudes of hope and change?

I am hopeful that we’re in the vary last stages of late-growth celebrity, the final, ugly vestiges of celebrityhood in all its manifestations, the end-run of the last show where the arrogance and foolishness plays out and even the grandeur of the Olympic Games becomes a kind of garbage-time marred by scandal…

…perhaps soon we’ll get lucky, mankind that is, and these sorry celebrities, disguised as meteors but actually pieces of fragmentary offal, will fall to earth, not as actual people but as alien impersonators so that good Christians can hose off the slop that’s been spilled on this country.

No, it’s not no ideas but in things, Dr. Williams. It’s rather, no things but in ideas.