The Promenade Is A Special Subset Of

Musing Takes Place In A Kind Of Meadowlands Of The Imagination, A Part Of The Imagination That Has Not Yet Been Plowed, Developed, Or Put To Any Immediately Practical Use…time Spent There Is Not Work Time, Yet Without That Time The Mind Becomes Sterile, Dull, Domesticated. The Fight For Free Space — For Wilderness And Public Space — Must Be Accompanied By A Fight For Free Time To Spend Wandering In That Space.

A Place Is A Story, And Stories Are Geography, And Empathy Is First Of All An Act Of Imagination, A Storyteller's Art, And Then A Way Of Traveling From Here To There.

While A Lot Of People Want To Join The Left To React Against The Mainstream Or Right, I In Many Ways React Against The Left - Not A Lot Of Its Fundamental Commitments, But Its Often Dismal Tone, Righteousness, Defeatism, Etc.

Too Many Of Us Seem Far Too Fond Of Narratives Of Our Powerlessness, Maybe Because Powerlessness Lets Us Off The Hook... But We Don't Need Everyone On Board; We Don't Need One Magic Person In Office; We Need Ourselves. To Act. It's The Wind, Not The Weathervanes.

The Great Majority Of People Are Calm, Resourceful, Altruistic Or Even Beyond Altruistic, As They Risk Themselves For Others. We Improvise The Conditions Of Survival Beautifully.