Monday, January 30, 2012
I'm always on the lookout for vitality.
The rest of the world might get tired of watching us do nothing but shop for shoes online at work and make plus-sized Star Wars costumes for ourselves even though we're forty-ish and Halloween isn't for seven months. We should at least acknowledge that it's unlikely we'll be allowed to leave the table while we're way ahead.
Being a prominent society requires a certain vitality. Endless schemes to ration, or import, or even extinguish vitality, lead to one place. The Roman Empire is a pizza joint now. The barbarians wanted it more. I won't weep for it. My people were dyed blue, after all.