Leonard Cohen wrote about the liberal utopia in “Everybody Knows.”
And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it’s moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there’s gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows
“A meter on your bed” indeed. Probably a camera, too. Why the liberals have this ethos, this desire for utter control of expression and emotion and lust, I have no idea. Perhaps because these are all so very messy. But welcome to the mess! It’s called the universe, and it’ll be here for a while yet.
Rationalism + neoliberalism and the infestation of this into academia and the back-propagation thereof out of that domain makes most “intellectual” people sound like GPT-3 disgorging algorithmic word salad, a half-comprehensible spew of barely-comprehended justification for a status quo that they don’t truly understand is even mutable.
It’s not that joining the military lends you discipline, which it does to some extent, but that it allows you to learn to be resolute, which is a different thing. It teaches resolve, that is, in the face of difficulty, obstinance, threat and failure. That’s not the same as discipline, though it’s adjacent to it.
Of course in some ways, this is also self-selection. Those who lack all resolve don’t make it! But being in the service certainly heightened my ability to tolerate intransigence of personnel or materiel until I could prevail over it or, as a paratrooper does, regroup, reorient, and attack from another angle.
That’s something that can’t be taught, but can be learned in the right situations; and the military tends to create those situations.
Her energy and mannerisms remind me a lot of my dead friend from long ago. They look not much alike, really, but wow they sure do feel alike.
I told my friend that she could come over to my house anytime, back in those days, no need to call or schedule. Just show up. And sometimes she did and would just drag often-reluctant me out the door to some adventure. Who can say no to a person with that much enthusiasm and energy? I certainly could not.
I have no idea if Sigrid is really like that. But they both move and act so brashly (in a good way) and so similarly it’s all my brain allows me to conclude.