Here’s my old File-Box Post:
I had been around. And I had slid. From an amused bemusement, past simple bewilderment, beyond all sophisticated skepticism, to a lurching unquiet desperation.
A pious insanity is afoot.
Scrape the surface and nothing makes sense. So I sit on the side and agree to pretend.
Cherished, coddled paradigms and pet intellectual props that are deeply conflicted are preserved precariously with strips and patches of facile assumptions, specious logic and authoritative bluster. A Learned Ignorance replaced by an erudite cleverness.
I am ready to allow the possibility [and just the possibility] that most explanations are deflections, denials and exalted rationalizations.
The modern equivalent of the mythic: ‘Disease, Old Age and Death’, the rousing that must precede every entry into the forest. A gentler sensibility than mine would have flagged the Buddhist ‘Suffering’ [Dukkha] instead of a futile senselessness.
Perhaps you are one of the blessed, one with an easy resilient faith. You don’t see what all the fuss is about. You are unfazed by contradictions, stand firm in conflicts.
You don’t need this tortuous trek. Go home.