I normally don’t post to this blog more than once a month, but I had to denote an incident that occurred on the night of March 4th. That night, around 9:15 PM here in New York City, we had an uninvited visitor. That’s “uninvited” as in some miserable piece of street garbage tried to force himself into my house via the side door.
Americans tend to know of the extremes of a given type of incident or element of an event, but few are aware of other occurrences that, while not quite as spectacular, devastating, or salacious as the better-known events, are nonetheless possessed of their own elements of courage, triumph, and bitter tragedy. The lack of awareness is the fulcrum that allows truth to pivot toward lesser things. That fulcrum is not only the exact point where the failures of the common body of knowledge become apparent, it is where our own desire and ability to be informed fails us as well, and it’s where true knowledge should not only begin, it’s where so-called “common knowledge” should end. Unfortunately for us all, it does not.