People keep talking about “the good old days”—that magical time when every institution was supposedly aboveboard, every politician was a man of the people, and the news was a shining beacon of truth hand-delivered by a haloed anchorman. As if Walter Cronkite was broadcasting straight from the right hand of God, free from anything resembling…
Tag: Phony
Words and Symbols
The words we utter, the symbols we inscribe, they are but shadows on the wall of a cave. People clutch at these shadows, believing them to be real, constructing their lives around them. They do not see that they are chasing phantoms, mere figments conjured from the dark recesses of their minds. In their hearts,…