Pete Hendrickson (@LostHorizons)

There Is Cosmic Wisdom In This Simple Question by Max Borders (with an important afterword by Yours Truly) My late father was what you might call a secretly brilliant country boy. “Rick” was a big fat man with a salt-and-pepper beard and a baritone voice. He loved to fiddle with cars, so he wore grime-stained clothes. When he got angry, all manner of colorful things flew out of his mouth. There was no mistaking him for a doctor, lawyer, or college professor. Still, his brain doubled as an encyclopedia of useless facts, which means all the people he loved eventually lost to him at Trivial Pursuit. He could be silly, crude, and frequently a glutton, or warm, witty, and occasionally wise. But on first impressions, people saw him as the punchline of a Jeff Foxworthy joke — that is, until he managed to slip something charming or profound into the conversation. Otherwise, he was a truck driver, which meant he identified with the working man. Elites, therefore, tended to underestimate him. But, despite too many flaws to count, my dad had a strong sense of dignity and fundamental equality. He greeted those who overstepped with a simple question that is woefully under-appreciated today: Who do you think you are? Let’s dive a little deeper into the wisdom of this question. Imagine living under a regime: Continued: https://losthorizons.com/N/238.htm#4