I want to write something about this Country of ours - about how we think we're so special and yet, when you look at it, when you think about it, the people of ANY Country think their country, and their people, are special.
The problem is my ideas, my impressions, are just that. Impressions. Half formed ideas not yet given proper voice, form and structure.
In assessing us and our place and station, it is not my goal to criticize the politics of our country, or the economics of our country, or any other overt facet of our ever so public profile. It is, rather, of our opinion of ourselves, and how that opinion came to be formed, and how that opinion continues to be supported in the face of knowledge and information, which every day mounts in accumulation against that opinion, that I would speak.
And like I said. My ideas are not yet fully formed, and yet they ARE formed enough to begin to bother me, to give me unease, and to cause me to sit here and try to tell you what's on my mind. Or, at least, give you a hint. As I have only a hint.
I am not the only one bothered by this. Look at all the protesters all across the Country. They are bothered, too. They don't know it, but collectively they are beginning to voice all the many things which have been on my mind for a long time.
I have distilled my discontent down to what I consider the basic and underlying thing that drives all the other things they protest about. At the very highest levels: We have lost our National Humility; we have lost sight of "Do Unto Others"; we have lost sight of "Love Thy Neighbor"; we don't remember, any longer, what it's supposed to mean to be an American; we've fallen in love with our own ideas and have no respect for the ideas of others.
I am divided - part of me wants to speak against all the things that have given rise to the protests, and part of me wants to look at the larger view - to avoid the shouting and placard waving, and give voice to an IDEA - a single idea that encapsulates the underlying causes of all our problems. But that idea will not crystallize, yet. That idea refuses to accept a name. But it will.
It's coming. Soon, I hope.