You don’t really know what peacefulness is until it has been denied over a length of time. At the moment, I am reveling in this temporary feeling of peacefulness, this respite from absurdity.
For I am in Ireland, and that means I am not repeating the same damned conversation day after day. I have temporarily removed myself from the maelstrom of astonished outrage.
Yes, I realize that I will need to go back. I will need to continue to fight the good fight, to stand up for the values of respect for human dignity that America has usually embodied, values that it is now in danger of losing.
But right now, it really feels good to be in Ireland.