He knew they wouldn't understand him and never worried his head about it. He wrote for himself and for anyone who cared to listen. I recall him reflecting that it was like speaking into the void; but every now and then you hear your own words and thoughts come echoing back to you, and know that you've been heard. It's a very pleasing feeling.
>> We need Albert Jay Nock today
Couldn't agree more. Happily, his works are pretty much available by one means or another, for anyone with ears to hear.
That sometimes happens here. Sometimes we post as if into a void, and are happily surprised with the feedback or with a repetition elsewhere.