Pear Head

Talking politics is a lot like Bible Bashing. You can have fifty people and as many valid, rational, interpretations of the Bible. If you think otherwise, you’ve got some major intellectual growth to undertake, and I don’t need you to waste my time.

Politics is about world-views, and choosing branches of an infinitely bifurcated, fractalistic, decision tree. I’m tempted to say, there is no right answer, yet I stick to my guns that moral relativism is the bane of our society. True Politics is driven by feelings… by wanting to do the right thing … but it’s rooted in the abstract, in projections and predictions.

Once in a blue moon, someone comes who rises above the contradiction of modern politics; who effortlessly weaves the abstract with the absolute—hope in the hemming. The enabler of human happiness unites solely by being extant, as a natural effusion of his dream and vision. His impetus is not external; it is inherent and it inspires.

The choice to accept or reject our harbinger of hope rests on every individual. The absolutist in me wants to say that there is a common core in everyone. The relativist screams back that it’s not possible. But majority proves, that at the very least, our cores are made from the same stuff. We can’t change this. But we can choose the core’s adorning accoutrements, and with that step we also chose to violate or enforce immovable egalitarian principles.

Let me end with the indelible wisdom of William Shakespeare and with the injunction that we remember it come November:

This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.