I've been doing a lot of thinking today as I've mostly kept to myself, and I mourn the death of nuance. I mourn the death of recognizing that even if you're in the right, you might do wrong. I mourn the death of the recognition of human frailty.

Recognition of ambiguity is to be dismissed, if not reviled. "Screw ambiguity. Perversion and corruption masquerade as ambiguity. I don’t trust ambiguity." β€” John Wayne

If we can't recognize that none of us are pure, none of us are completely right, what hope do we have? And social media accentuates the loud and self-righteous. We all live in glass houses, yet most of us think we live in houses of stone. It's very dispiriting.

And yet we continue. What else can we do? There's a war for civilization going on. Yet what civilization do we want?

Anyway, I can do only what I can do. Which is to acknowledge that my shit stinks, like everyone else's.

@LiberalLibrarian Brings back the memory of a kid I used to work with. "People think I'm conceited, but they're wrong. Conceit is a flaw, and I have no flaws."

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@TwiHusband The inability to accept that we all have flaws is the Achilles heel of our civilization.

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