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.
"....but that it bothers him less and less." Why is this a surprise? It doesn't matter how good you are, how faithfully you worship your god, or how dedicated you are to the golden rule: The majority of the people who died on 9/11 were people just like that. Name your tragedy - the majority of people who die in any tragedy whether man-made or by nature are good people who have no ill intent for anyone. What does pondering the meaning of life do for anyone when you come right down to it?
`