A writer’s head is a weird place in that we’re never alone. No, not even in the bathroom when someone — glares inward “You know who you are” — takes advantage of the situation to start dictating a novel.
But they’re there even when you’re not writing.
Right now in my head there’s a massive picnic in someone’s pasture. It’s 20 years since the events in AFGM and the first time that they DARE have a public fourth of July (high holy holiday) celebration. There’s fireworks, and people running around.
For the centuries of no territory, the centuries when the constitution, the declaration of independence and this idea of government for the people by the people were proscribed, the occasion was celebrated with readings from the holy documents, telling stories of the heroes after whom many of the USAians were named and, if you felt safe enough, a family meal.
This is the first time they have all that, but in public, in a small community of all Usaians. (BTW the philosophy is not covalent with a nation in their times and very certainly it doesn’t correlate with no nations and no borders (in any time, really). First, because it would counter the idea of property rights enshrined in the founding documents. Second, because… well, you can’t have self-government when there is only a fluid culture that keeps changing with new influxes. Ahead of our heroes in the series lie wars between nations both majority USAian but clinging to different interpretations and different cultures.)
Yeah, the philosophy is not a panacea, only simply the best way to have the safest and most prosperous society the world has ever known.
Of course, having become a religion to survive also changes it, and leads many to expect life liberty and the pursuit of happiness AFTER death, and therefore to not like those who try to make it happen in this world.
But that lies in the future for them, as we lie in the past for them. For the first time, they can do what we take for granted, and celebrate the USA and independence in public. (Only right now we aren’t mythical. Or maybe we are, who knows?)
Having this go on in my head gives me an appreciation for what we have right now. The future is perilous (but when isn’t it?) not the least because we cannot afford to have Venezuela on our borders (and the attendant border crossers, not even mentioning they’ll vote for the same crazy here too) and yeah something will have to be done (and frankly a wall is better than a war.)
But liberty is always endangered because liberty and individualism is unnatural. Natural is the chieftain and the band and absolute power of one over the lives of others and some pigs being more equal than others.
We are a highly unnatural nation whose unnaturalness was purchased with blood sweat and tears. Which might yet be required of us, so we can pass it intact to our children.
Liberty is never more than a generation from extinction. Our lives, our fortunes, our sacred honors, might be required of us as they were of prior generations.
You get what you pay for.
Happy fourth. Below see cover for an anthology of stories by me and a few friends to come out in a couple of weeks. Names will appear on the cover, then.