Overcoming the Quiet Dread
Do you get the quiet feeling of dread? Life is slipping away, so precious, and there is something sinister approaching. I do. The rational thing to do is pretend. Pretend you don't care, pretend it's not real. I think that's what most balanced, sensible people do. Not all of them. Some have seen the light; they get more comfort in doing things. These people are awesome, they are hugging trees, saving whales, battling the odds against the well-funded, well-disciplined faceless corporations and bureaucracies. The irony is that these enemies are full of people just like me, quieting their dread because they have mortgages, school fees, holidays, gambling debts to pay. Or more starkly because they need to feed themselves and their starving children. I would do the same. Maybe? I sort of hate them, it's hard not to; they are the enemy. It says so in the Guardian , on Fox News . But wait a minute, that means; I am the enemy. It's all a bit messy. When everything is going ...
