
…for an earlier time when what I knew was contingent and was always sheltered by what I didn’t know. Knowledge, in the days before instantaneous electronic recall, was full of potential energy. It was attended by a guesswork that fostered a different way of knowing, one that allowed for ranges rather than insisting on points.
…y: “but that is life!”. Ah, my friends. That is not life. Not anywhere else, not even for a moment. Elsewhere, to be ordinary, humble, is still to exist, and to exist joyously, even giving thanks for the difficulties of life. Only in America is to be ordinary not enough to exist at all, to be ignored and erased, to suffer the indignities of being able to be killed at a school or a play or a church, to have no healthcare or pension, and so on, to just be a part of society in the simplest and most basic way, all of which is eminen…