I’m working on the next blogosaurus. The topic will be the symbiosis in hard times between those freedomistas who retreat (Galt’s Gulch style, monastic-style, solo, or within everyday communities) and those who fight.
Their relationship may not be easy or even always mutually respectful, but it is symbiotic — and necessary.
Meanwhile, I had company for a week and my houseguest courteously brought unseasonably warm and dry weather. We brainstormed this topic one morning and I paused for an hour that day to make notes. But mostly this was the background to the week’s intellectual labors:
All we lacked was a parrot.
Now my guest has departed, it’s raining, and I’ll make time to write. Look for something in a day or three.