Sitting in my study in virtual quarantine on a lovely, cool spring afternoon, musing on what I might write about for my blog, my thoughts turned, as they often do, to the beautiful Preface to Kierkegaard’s Philosophical Fragments, more particularly to this passage:
“But if anyone were to be so polite as to assume that I have an opinion, and if he were to carry his gallantry to the extreme of adopting this opinion because he believed it to be mine, I should have to be sorry for his politeness, in that it was bestowed upon so unworthy an object, and for his opinion, if he has no other opinion than mine.”
It is strange to host a blog, a site where one is expected to post not news or scholarly analysis or even poetry but one’s opinion. It is rather like being an influencer in the online marketplace of ideas. Since one has nothing to offer but frissonerie, if I may coin a word, there is an almost irresistible temptation to reach for the outré, the daring, the apocalyptic.
I genuinely have no idea what the next six months will bring. To be honest, my energies are almost entirely devoted to ensuring that the 1600 square feet to which my usable world has shrunk is safe for Susie and myself.
On Monday I shall conduct the next to last online meeting of my UNC course on Marx. The reading for the class is my essay, “The Future of Socialism.” No one can deny that I am an optimist, a Tigger in a world of Eeyores.