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In the morning, my subconscious usually suggests a tune, this morning’s tune, Sugar. 

I can suggest that the beauty and simplicity of the song falls in line with the philosophy of Thoreau from an earlier era. I’ve always enjoyed listening to the raw emotion of songs like this, often over and over.  It’s 100 words or so, but the textures and fragility speak volumes. Gravitating to simplicity, I’m able to admire Thoreau’s quote, ‘A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to leave alone.’

Later in the morning, my RSS feed presents me with some of the most complicated lamentations I can find on geopolitics, economies and finance, history and philosophy.  I skim these for situational awareness and await patiently for some good public discourse.

Most have an inclination that personal discourse is dictated by the poison of your choice; breaking news, personal experience, cherry picking data, finding someone or something articulate or boisterous and cling with both hands.

The question of the day, how do you achieve an objective mind?  Where have the genuine and rational discussions gone?