cogito

I feel the need to say this: ranting is not my style. I am, one, an optimist and two, a peacemaker and skepticism has only entered into my mental vocabulary in the past four months after a series of successive disillusions.

There are things I read that concern me, notably the news. The headlines. The public debate that sees nothing of ideas, nothing of hope, but plenty a daily dose of anger, accusations and a running death toll. I don't mean that such good things are nowhere to be found, only that they've become secondary to the perpetual rant that calls itself "news," when there is nothing new about it.

So I hire out a small slab of digital space and rant myself at what I cannot get a handle on. There seems a necessary sorting out- a separating of the frustration from the hope- the ideal that does not manifest itself in the real world but only in the theoretically possible. But it is not where I want to be.