An Apology for a Disappeared Post

This morning, yours truly, posted an analysis of family-political relationships with respect to the school board race. Subsequently, I got carried away, used poor judgment—no judgment at all. I mentioned the relationships of various family members, who was married to whom in an effort to clarify the political web. And I got myself in trouble with my own family members and caused pain to others. Especially I’d like to apologize to a woman, who is not divorced, though I mistakenly claimed she was.

I regret the error and the error in judgment.

Sometimes one gets caught up in the smoke and loses sight of the objective as well as the humanity. Politics is a dirty business and I should leave it alone. In the future I shall concentrate on the study of art and literature and keep my cultural concerns to myself. Below I post a monstrous but self-effacing quote from a painter, who like this writer, occasionally forgets his humanity.

After the death of his first wife, less than thirty years of age, Monet reacted as a painter.

“Finding myself at the bedside of a dead woman who had been very dear to me and who was always very dear, to my surprise I kept staring at the tragic temple while mechanically looking for the sequence, the appropriation of the color degradation which death had just left on the motionless face. Blue, yellow, gray tones, and goodness knows what else. That is what I had come to.

“The organic automatism trembled at first from the shock of the color, and in spite of myself the reflexes committed me into an operation of unconsciousness in which the daily course of my life resumed its flow, like an animal turning round his millstone.”