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“Love is old, Love is new”
This post is inspired by someone who reached out to me to inquire if I was okay as my last few blog posts seemed “bleak” which was sweet and kind (thank you!) but it also immediately reminded me of course of the Dickens novel “Bleak House” which again, much like the post yesterday, seems to be the state of the world these days. I always try to be open of differing perspectives and actually find it intellectually stimulating to consider another viewpoint(s) contrary to my own as it forces me to think and be introspective.
However, I don’t think that what I am writing is “bleak” per se, but perhaps is a bit tinged by having an up close personal seat at the seemingly inexorable decline of our culture and society. It’s a front seat that I never asked for, much less requested a ticket for, and yet — here I am. In a strange sort of way, this is quite ironic because for most of my life, I have abhorred the use of the word “reality” and/or “realistic” — even going so far as to…
