I finally finished Brian Doherty's book Radicals for Capitalism
last night. It was a terrific read and breezed by despite the depth.
Doherty is a good guy, and I've come to like his POV more and more
through the years.
But upon finishing, I felt a bit..more than a bit sad. Or dissatisfied with my own journey.
I would love nothing more than read my story in a follow-up book in twenty years...but I know that won't happen. I'm not clever enough, I suppose, to come up with a way to place myself in the midst of all that I love...save for reading about all that is happening (or not happening, as it were). I can't change minds...logic is loathed...and I think for the most part I am too cynical.
But upon finishing, I felt a bit..more than a bit sad. Or dissatisfied with my own journey.
I would love nothing more than read my story in a follow-up book in twenty years...but I know that won't happen. I'm not clever enough, I suppose, to come up with a way to place myself in the midst of all that I love...save for reading about all that is happening (or not happening, as it were). I can't change minds...logic is loathed...and I think for the most part I am too cynical.
