I’m not depressed at all.

I read of historical situations; the lead up to WWI, the euphoria of the prewar industrial age, the despair of the Titanic. The raging 20′s, the fall and depression of the 30′s that stewed the vile ideologies until they took over the world in destruction.

I yearn for the taste of those times. How did my father feel learning aircraft identification in school in 1943? Or my grandfather, a man broken by the trenches and gas, seeing it all fester again as his life drained away? Or my great grandfather, losing his fortune in the crash of 1914, then losing his lands to the tax collector?

Oddly enough, I can see, feel and taste all those things. What thoughts and feelings move vast mobs of people to fall as suckers for hope mongerers? How can seemingly rational men one decision at a time destroy and plunder everything that has taken generations to build? How can educated men, leaders in their field miss the obvious in front of their eyes? What pathological thinking patterns occur in those instances?

We are seeing the answers every day. I never was depressed reading the accounts in history books, why would I be depressed in seeing it happen before my eyes?

Derek