" ... because we were tired of Great Causes, there was no more than a short outbreak of moral indignation ..." - F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Echoes of the Jazz Era," November 1931, in Crack-Up, edited by Edmund Wilson
Planet earth might be blown up. Knocking on someone's door can get you killed. And, Henry Kissinger confirms that the old world order is collapsing. But, so many of us don't want to become involved. And where we live and the kind of work we do to earn a living might insulate us from being pulled into Great Causes.
There can be such joy in a little life, as was played out in "Our Town." We go the bed, we get up. We feel the impatience of our dog which wants to be walked, as we try to enjoy coffee. We do assignments. We go to snail mail and there's a check. Tonight I attend the second session of the Course in Miracles. Maybe near the holiday the group will have a get-together and I can make a new friend or two.
The big time had been my life back along the Northeast Corridor. Finally a little life is unfolding here in the Southwest.