This week, I had a lot of frustrations. To be fair, most were based on my inability to convey my thoughts adequately. I realize that whether you are sixteen or sixty, there are times that that old bugbear stumbles into your reality: solipsism. Now, is this a real phenomenon or not? All life experience, I believe, would suggest that, yes; it has a basis in fact. “But the young educated adults of the 90s — who were, of course, the children of the same impassioned infidelities and divorces Mr. Updike (1) wrote about so beautifully — got to watch all this brave new individualism and self-expression and sexual freedom deteriorate into the joyless and anomic self-indulgence of the Me Generation. Today’s sub-40s (2) have different horrors, prominent among which are anomie and solipsism and a peculiarly American loneliness: the prospect of dying without once having loved something more than yourself.” (3) Wow, difficult thoughts to read. But there is a resolution.
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