The title is the first line of the song "Gloria" by U2. Bono follows it with I try to stand up, but I can't find my feet. I've felt that way lately with A Pot of Stew. Sometimes the urge to write comes, but ultimately writing is nothing more than an expression of ideas. Ideas are important and deserve thoughtful articulation. Too often we clutter the landscape of ideas with mindless chatter and incessant words. I have more than enough ideas floating around in my brain to fill the interwebs with post after post after post, but I don't want to cheat my ideas and add further litter to the information superhighway.
The fleeting nature of the 21st century disturbs me. We rush so much to be the first or to create something fresh that we no longer take time to ponder and reflect. In my Psychology class I teach that normal human anxiety is essential to anticpating and preparing for what it to come, while normal human depression is a natural response to significance, slowing our lives to understand the significance of what has transpired. Perhaps we are in a state of technology induced anxiety. I've opted out of the race for a time.
Maybe it would have been polite to explain my absence from APOS before hand, but the idea really hadn't taken shape until I partially realized what I was doing. I grew tired of "disposable" writing, fresh for the day and discarded on the trash heap of digital content. The break has been good.
In the next few weeks, I'd like to write about several books I've read during this break. I've also been working on a post for graduation. I want to share several conversations I've had with a friend regarding faith. I've heard from nine or ten people in the last month who read APOS, and honestly, it is humbling to know that even one person is interested in what I have to say. So thank you, and I hope to post again soon.
In the meantime, enjoy an awesome song from and awesome band.