Snow and Solitude

“But when fundamentals are doubted, as at present, we must try to recover the candour and wonder of the child; the unspoilt realism and objectivity of innocence. Or if we cannot do that, we must try at least to shake off the cloud of mere custom and see the thing as new, if only by seeing it as unnatural. Things that may well be familiar so long as familiarity breeds affection had much better become unfamiliar when familiarity breeds contempt. For in connection with things so great as are here considered, whatever our view of them, contempt must be a mistake. Indeed contempt must be an illusion. We must invoke the most wild and soaring sort of imagination; the imagination that can see what is there.” ~ G. K. Chesterton

The Solstice means more to me than does Christmas Day. And on a more mundane level the whole season is kind of a grinder for my senses – hypervigilance is the culprit. The busier the marketplace, the more hyper the man. It felt good to take two days with minimal contact with other humans. Shaky this morning. I rarely drink to excess, but I did on Christmas Day. I’ll come to regret it, but not too much. I feel that it did me some good: like Jimmy Buffet, “It cleans me out and then I can go on”. They say it will snow today and maybe tomorrow. That’s about all for today. Not feeling too chatty.

All is well. Goof gloriously.

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