Waxing indignant

I think I may be done blogging. My longstanding political and philosophical blog, Masoni Raves About, represents a time in my life when I was frustrated, iconoclastic, and ideologically alone, and I needed an outlet to express my opinions in a public forum. While my opinions haven’t changed all that dramatically, my childlike need to broadcast them has.

The blog as it stands is but a shrine to my now-waning idealism, my naive conviction that the elements of our society I perceived as evil or destructive could be changed. I now understand that power has been wrested from the idealists—from the ideals themselves—and rather lies now in the hands of the manipulative and unwavering powers who would rather disseminate and nurture hateful ignorance than correct it.

I created my blog as a teenager at odds with his circumstances, hoping that through reasoned explanation his mind might be better understood by others. I now understand that no amount of logical argument will clear up the things adverse to my worldview, and no matter where I go I’ll be surrounded by forces who hate at least something I stand for. In short, I’m yet passionate about my ideals, but I suffer no delusions of realizing them—this country has robbed me of that. So rather than exhausting my limited resources and time trying to change the warped minds of racists, bigots, and homophobes, I’m instead going to carve a niche for myself in the society they’ve constructed.

I have no power to change what I cannot tolerate, and that will remain true no matter how much of myself I pour into a child’s weblog. [[Wilhelm Stekel]] reminds us that “the mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of a mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.” I suppose this means I’ve come of age.