So it’s been striking, the speed with which these arguments have been taken up without much in the way of reflection about why people gather.
So much so that it’s easy to wonder if we’ve lost touch with some things about life.
Me, every morning I get dressed, say goodbye to my people, watch with envy as they scurry off into the weather, then do some dishes, walk a dog, play a piano, and try to resist whatever distractions catch my eye.
Some days, I even get in the car and go on a directionless “commute” around town, just to orient myself to the condition of other people working.
Procrastinations exhausted, I eventually sit down at a small desk in my living room, turn on my computer, and try to maintain my productivity and faith in my fellow man as I stare at a screen in silence.
It isn’t easy. My eye keeps catching sight of those luckier souls traveling down the busy road outside my window.