Jennifer Weil | Writer and Actress


Jennifer doing yoga on Mt Whitney"Trust me," says the chameleon. 

"In what shall I trust?"

"What you see."

"Ah. Then I trust that you will constantly change, and so, trusting your true colors, I trust you will understand that I reject your invitation to trust you."

Some changes inspire no hope. Not ranting, just sighing from the bottom of my feet.  But it's a very loud sigh. The complexities of a life made "simpler" by technology consume too much time, leaving too little to examine the serious issues of the day. Kafka would laugh, perhaps smugly.

Today, I have this to say: If conflict is necessary, if creative tension drives any relationship to its elastic best, then people should fight gloriously over things that matter, not waste the elegant, sophisticated art of battle on petty topics. Start a war worth fireworks and resolution. Armistice will substitute one kind of arms for another.

Second: I still believe the United States Constitution is an extraordinary document; in the small collection of writings divinely inspired, it has a prominent if not preeminent place.  Over the last two (and maybe more) generations, its teachings have been watered-down by revisionists or ignored entirely.  No wonder our elected officials dispense so lightly with them.  If the price of freedom is eternal, most of its keepers are sleeping at the post.  "Gimme" is another way of saying "What's yours is mine."  The government turns "gimme" into "Here it is" by taking it from other people. In any other arena of society, we call that stealing.  I guess now you're entitled to it, even if you didn't earn it, manage it, or consider what other good it might do in the world if the folks who did those things were allowed to keep it and put it to those good uses? I don't think so. Check this out:  The official "Who is John Galt? movie site: Rand was a mortal, not a goddess; but she was prescient.

I suspect my existential angst plagued me all the way back in the womb, and since wisdom and experience prove nothing is permanent, there is cause for both despair and hope. Everything changes one way or the other;  everyone knows that.  How things change--over that we humans may hold some power.  I think if we float on that conviction, we do right by taking vitamins, buying cosmetics, and going to the gym.  They are the actions of optmistic realists.

They also nurture the internal Peter Pan whom I, alas or hurray,  admit to harboring.