We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The talk in the back of my mind, from a piece in Provocations:
I was struck by the revelation that I have an unceasing inner voice that chatters a non-stop monologue in the back of my mind. Now some of you may be thinking, “I don’t know what you are talking about; I don’t have an unceasing inner voice.” That’s it—that’s the voice. At night we call it dreaming. In the day we can recognize it as worry, or the sub-vocalization of a frenzied and ever-changing personal focus. But what Lawrence learned to do was to move that voice from a monologue to a dialogue with God.
"To move out of fearful isolation to courageous conversation with God is the wholesome yet frightening path to a healthy, productive life. Socrates wisely urged us to reflect when he said, “The unexamined life is not worth living.” But Nouwen points out that introspection without dialogue can lead to paralyzing self-centeredness and narcissism."
In the world of 2007 introspection is on very few peoples agenda. That type of thing requires a certain amount of desire to understand. By and large our population is far too superficial to even begin that type of journey.