2018

Subject: 2018

One of the psychological treats of the New Year is that you have another 365 days of the same old, or 365 days to seek new and enjoy.
The festive season over the creaking table cleared of food one is faced with the reality of work.  To begin again and create more of the same, or have the hollowness of no work and an inability to provide. These are the stark choices for the majority, not the uplands of political debate where everything is possible with a few choice words and nothing much attained. 
The diversity of the worlds which people live in make for misunderstanding on a grandiose scale. The misconceptions are at fault in so much as the people 'believed them' and for no other reason. The ideological sure rootedness of a believer, religious or political are but in many eyes, cant, a sham, humbug, the life's work for a few.
What mince-meat will the Brexitiers make of the logic of the market place. What fuss and blather will the Remainders make of immigration fears and the value of national democracy. 
The tent is about to be ripped but who will effect a repair. Is the captain of the ship still sailing the old course or will a new skipper order a new course to be set and will the offer of a new Jerusalem be enough to convince people to become entities in their own right with sufficient give and take so that no one feels left out.
Will the banks and the media allow change to happen or are the self interests in the status quo just too strong.
On a more personal note. Will the bits and pieces hold together for another year. Will the mind still remember my name and who I voted for. Will the global change in weather signal an end to our world as we know it and will Rocket Man loose patience with the King of Twitter and throw the first stone.