Listening to Coltrane, ballads (thanks to Eric), on a rainy day. Reminded, that sentimental Baker sings a version of this one.
Democracy, meanwhile, is maybe an old man listening too hard. He is trying to feel..profundity–as it were. And so missing feeling–and the putting at risk–altogether.
If only fitting back into one body were so easily accomplished.
Reading on America, Tocqueville and Nancy.