We forget ourselves. We are born again, birth being, as Wordsworth put it, “a sleep and a forgetting.” Through a century of debating health care, we have passed through the night of sense and the dark night of the soul. Late this coming January, we may yet repeal Obamacare and all of the outward progress it represents, but it matters little. It’s about the journey, and the journey has made us spiritual masters.
According to Lincoln, it is the Equality Clause, even more than the particulars of the Declaration’s indictment, “that to-day, and in all coming days, . . . shall be a rebuke and a stumbling-block to the very harbingers of re-appearing tyranny and oppression.” Trump’s campaign is certainly a harbinger of reappearing tyranny. The entire Declaration of Independence rebukes it.
Popper believes that just as the scientific method depends most of all on a community of scientists willing to challenge hypotheses, so also people need political freedom and a strong sense of community to advance and challenge various hypotheses regarding the diagnosis and course of treatment for social ills.
The fireworks on the Fourth reminded me of Kandinsky’s Point and Line to Plane. He returns there to something like the synesthesia of his earlier opus, On the Spiritual in Art, in his discussion of independent straight lines: Moreover, independent straight lines can, on a given surface, pass either through a common center or on […]