Have you noticed that I refrain from posting political commentary?
Truth is, for the last couple of years I have cared little for what the Romans called the res publica (the “public thing”).
In the spirit of the Vedic tradition that drives those who have more years behind them than future into the wilderness to reflect, I am on a personal soul-searching quest that leaves no room for politics and the fiery discussions it ignites.
And in these inner wanderings I have sensed, as the Bhagavad Gita and the Chandogya Upanishad point out, that ignorance breeds fear, while knowledge makes us glimpse the interconnectedness of all beings (echoed in the Biblical dictum “Love thy neighbor”).
If we follow this premise we might conclude that when we hurt others we hurt ourselves. So I try to listen to everybody, left and right, up, down and sideways, liberal and conservative, in the middle or who knows where, while always keeping in mind the ethics of reciprocity and the fact that we are all together in our collective human condition.
This is just a long preamble to explain why I am sharing an article by John McWorther on Trump’s use of language. Raise your hand —even though I can’t see it— if you have ever been baffled by the way he talks.
So, dear readers (my fellow humans, my siblings, as the poet Baudelaire would say), I am not posting on politics. I’m just an introspective, secular humanist sharing a post on linguistics.
Click and ponder.