Emersonian dream
Need to filter input more carefully. Made the mistake of listening to an OTR episode at the start of bedtime that caused me to think about all the bad shit I've done. Pointless thinking. All in the distant past.
An intense and complicated dream answered the bad thoughts. A large party with lots of stealing and destroying. Somebody took apart my
soldering iron in an unfixable way. I shouted and yelled "Who's the monster who busted my fucking iron?" Nobody spoke up, of course.
Emerson. Everybody does bad shit, including me. Bad shit is accelerating recently....
Though no checks to a new evil appear, the checks exist and will appear.
.... and those checks ARE starting to appear. In Europe the checks are accelerating faster than the evil. The vector sum is starting to reverse. Orban, Putin, Fico, Brexit, May.
Shouting isn't the answer. Shouting only adds more badness. Compensating is the only answer. Pile more weight on the opposite side of the scale. Fix the iron, get back to work. Pay for destruction with construction. More building, more soldering, make it worthwhile.
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Sidenote: Yeah, I know what Freud would say about the soldering iron. In this case the actual iron is a currently active and pleasant part of my life, and I've vested it with a symbolic value. So there's no need to fall back to Freud's default symbols. If the dream had occurred at a time when I wasn't even thinking about wires and pots and screen grids, the default might have worked.
Labels: defensible spaces, Emersonian justice