Monday morning. Another work week ahead. I'm about to drive into Tempe and park in my usual spot. Every day that passes lately I feel something akin to a great grinding of gears of the machine of civilization and history, as if everything is in the midst of a giant shift, a tectonic evolution of all of society, not just in America, but around the world. I have two modes lately---one where I focus on this, and one where I ignore it. I try to live mostly in the latter because it would drive me mad to constantly focusing on the former. I can't keep them both in my head at once.
Even the politics of the moment, and the events of the drama of war and conflict, seem like small details that pass. Why focus on them? Something huge and bigger is underway. Some people see it and talk about it. I feel mostly like a helpless actor moving along with the crowd. Aren't all of us that way? No sense in having anxiety about it. There is no stopping it. If I can keep my wits about me, then I will be of help to others.
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