That is high praise, and I am honored, especially in light of its source, but I must confess that there are many times I wish I didn't get it.
Facing the reality of our times is something for which I only occasionally have the courage, and I constantly finding myself hoping that my assessment of things is some how terribly wrong. A strange motivation that, but in the stormy times in which we live, any shelter offers more comfort than none at all.
Perhaps this desire or need for shelter from the fury of naked reality underlies the fundamental problems which confront humanity now, but that is a trait we are unlikely to change.
Having waxed poetic on the topic, however, nonetheless leaves the most important question unanswered:
Just what the hell do we do now?