Groundhog Day


Yes sirreee, it’s Groundhog Day. The middle of Winter, zipardi doo daaa, the days will only get longer [not that that hasn’t been the case for the past forty odd days].

Synonymous now with the doomedness-of-repeating-mistakes-until-finally-getting-it-and-mending-the-error-of-our-ways, [mine appears an unnatural affection for gerunding] it seems there’s something else too.

It pertains to the notion of trusting the instincts of those who live closer to nature to understand it better. Single data point extrapolation is marvelously prone to similar fates as generalization: notwithstanding …

If we trust our own, natural, human qualities to discern a just path rather than trott around with the flock, it might make for bolder action with more productive results.