is it really bliss, what one supposedly finds in that
great dearth, the numbing
north star
of stupidity, that these days, with such alarming
regularity, is the source pool, are the
arbiters of taste and politics, which then makes the
necessities of those (of us?) who’ve spent their lives
curious, using that curiosity as a springboard to become ever more
educated. Aren’t we the ones then that are left out in the cold,
understanding the dangers of subsisting in temperatures so low?
