The bell is probably the most important element of a fight. It tells us when enough is enough, allows the combatants to take a break and regain their strength, and lets everyone’s adrenaline fade before it becomes dangerous. Winter is like the bell–it serves as a sort of literal cooling off period. In the ancient world, winter marked the end of war for the year, and in many places, that still holds true in modern warfare, at least in part. Indeed, winter in Afghanistan is relatively quiet compared to spring and fall.
The problem with flame wars and culture wars, like the one between the devotionals/deists and the humanists/archetypalists (as I’m calling everyone for lack of better/more specific vocabulary), is that these conflicts never take a real break. No one is putting their torches and pitchforks. It’s getting old. It’s a big part of the reason I’m not getting involved. There’s a time and place for everything, and now is not the time.
How much more bitching and whining is everyone willing to put up with? The Hellenic Revival festival already fell apart. Are y’all happy about that? I’m not. Am I really surprised, though? Not really. Every time someone tries to make something nice, someone else has to shit on it. That in turn makes all of person A’s friends wait for person B to make something to shit on. It’s like Palestine and Israel. Or Kindergarten.
So ding goes the bell, at least for me. I’m taking a break. I’m going to rest. See y’all April 1st.