Have been away a couple of days, flying and driving and sitting and thinking.

As well as taking a pilgrimage to a shrine:


It all reminded me of something I wrote after Andrew Breitbart died:

Since my wife called this morning to let me know of Andrew’s death, it has been hard to focus on anything else.  In her words, we don’t have that many bright media lights, and to lose him hurts.

Andrew lived in a world without restraints.   He could be who he wanted to be, a luxury few bloggers have, particularly those who blog under their own name and work for others.

I live in a world of restraints, and I envied Andrew’s freedom more than you can know.

Andrew is irreplaceable, but we would serve his memory well to aspire to more freedom of thought and more freedom of action.

I’ve often wondered where to go with this blog.  I now know.

I didn’t know what I didn’t know.

The monks at The Shrine answered some questions, and raised even more.