However, I have been paying attention to the reactions of those who are not happy with the result of the election. Their reactions are remarkably similar to the reactions of those who were not happy with the Brexit vote. I expressed my feelings on this subject in a post I made on June 29 titled "Humanity." Please bear with me, dear readers, but I feel compelled to restate those feelings at this time by reposting some of my thoughts:
"What concerns me is how the politicization of culture and of individual consciousness encourages people to adopt stereotypical, patronizing, and dehumanizing views of those who are on the other side of a political issue. This has been glaringly apparent in the aftermath of the Brexit vote, and it has been an ongoing feature of the presidential campaign.
"Who among us is in a position to adopt such views? Do those who hold these views realize that they are in fact dehumanizing themselves in the process? They have become exactly what the politicians, political 'activists,' and media oversimplifiers and crisis-mongers want them to be: political animals."
"Being politicized leads to evaluating and judging the world and other human beings in terms of classes, categories, and clichés. Never underestimate the allure of a priori conclusions. For the politicized, everything appears to be simple and subject to explanation. Us and them. The enlightened versus the benighted.
"All of this has nothing whatsoever to do with the individual human being or with the individual human soul."
Thus concludes the homily for the day (and my unseemly quoting of myself, for which I apologize).
Neither Out Far Nor In Deep
The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.
They turn their back on the land.
They look at the sea all day.
As long as it takes to pass
A ship keeps raising its hull;
The wetter ground like glass
Reflects a standing gull.
The land may vary more;
But wherever the truth may be --
The water comes ashore,
And the people look at the sea.
They cannot look out far.
They cannot look in deep.
But when was that ever a bar
To any watch they keep?
Robert Frost, A Further Range (Henry Holt 1936).
Make no mistake: each of us is standing there on the sand. "There cannot be, confusion of our sound forgot,/A single soul that lacks a sweet crystalline cry."
Stanley Spencer, "Scarecrow, Cookham" (1934)
On the morning after Election Day, I stepped out into the garden. Birds were chirping. Squirrels were busy gathering seeds and nuts for the coming winter. The World was still here. My beautiful and wonderful country was still here. Nothing had changed.
The autumn wind is blowing;
We are alive and can see each other,
You and I.
Masaoka Shiki (translated by R. H. Blyth), in R. H. Blyth, Haiku, Volume 3: Summer-Autumn (Hokuseido Press 1952), page 413.
Gilbert Spencer (1892-1979), "The Cottage Window"