Just so hollow and ineffectual, for the most part, is our ordinary conversation. Surface meets surface. When our life ceases to be inward and private, conversation degenerates into mere gossip. We rarely meet a man who can tell us any news which he has not read in a newspaper, or been told by his neighbor; and, for the most part, the only difference between us and our fellow is that he has seen the newspaper, or been out to tea, and we have not. In proportion as our inward life fails, we go more constantly and desperately to the post-office [or television, or website]. You may depend on it, that the poor fellow who walks away with the greatest number of letters, proud of his extensive correspondence, has not heard from himself this long while.
Inner Tr-th Resurgence Detected
I'm swearing off politics again. Maybe you should too. Reading Thoreau reminded me how humiliating it is to carry water for one politician or another -- it would be bad enough if I were getting paid to do it; to do it for free insults the soul. Here's how Thoreau convinced me: