On What is Important

So, we'll go no more a-roving

So late into the night,

Though the heart be still as loving,

And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears it sheath,

And the soul wears out the breast,

And the heart must pause to breathe, 

And love itself have rest.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron 1788-1824


This past week I landed in the hospital after (apparently) a transitory ischematic attack--a mini-stroke as it were.  I lost my right visual field while driving on I-75. Safety tip--don't do as I did and keep driving.  It's a big deal and you should hie yourself directly to the ER, preferably with a friend or the EMTs. My vision returned after a bit and (apparently), I have no permanent damage, but I do have a sense of my own mortality and of something else scarier than that--the possible loss of my brain.  I have never been quite satisfied with it.  I have always thought it was prone to error and not as smart as other people's brains; but now I feel that, for all its shortcomings, it is mine and I would like to keep it as intact as possible.  I think I need to forgive it its lapses, but I am embarrassed by its omissions, its inability to be omniscient and prescient.  I have always thought it should have those qualities and it never has. Honestly, that lack has always been a bit of an embarrassing failing on its (and my) part and I haven't wanted to admit to it.  

In honor of my health event, I have not finished summarizing Chapter 3 of Democracy, but I will have it done soon.  That is the last of the chapter summaries I will post as blog posts.  At that point, I think anyone interested in Hoppe can sign up for my email list and I will email you a chapter a week for each of the ten following weeks.  That's the entire book, thirteen chapters. I can see people have read the posts (thank you) but other's might like more variety and I like the challenge of blogging and providing an email too. 

Notwithstanding my brains shortcomings, I still want to make the best use of it I can.  The events of the past week do not cause me to radically rethink my path, to call friends and family late at night to say "I love you" (I do) or suddenly quit my job.  I think that I am embarked on the important thing that I am to do right here and right now, which is sharing the knowledge that we can do better than democracy/majority rule in organizing ourselves--that a lot of the pain and suffering we experience in our social system is a failing of the system, not a failing of ourselves.  

As far as I can tell, people are largely lost in the wilderness about devising a political system that works for humans. Most Western people can't imagine that democracy is not the best system.  They imagine that, if we had a better kind of person to hold public office, things would go rightly instead of badly, which is how they do go.  Hoppe knows that's not true and so do I. The failings are baked into the system of majority rule.  I believe if humans knew there were options more than A and B, they might make wiser choices.  I see my task as sharing the good news that the options are much broader than most people know. 

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