Fox News host Tucker Carlson delivered a speech in Arizona at AmFest yesterday that hits home for many people. [Direct Rumble Link, at 02:21:46] If you have not watched his full speech, I recommend it and will embed at the bottom of this post.
In part of Tucker’s unscripted remarks, a discussion about this current moment in the lifecycle of life’s storm and cultural chaos, Carlson noted his need to go silent for a few days and reflect on the bigger picture of our situation. For me, that part of his discussion rang very familiar and perhaps, based entirely on my instinct that many are feeling the same sense of unease and trepidation, it is worthy to share why.
I was born a person of natural curiosity; intensely so.
Orderliness, natural alignment and the bigger principles of universal balance in all things, have always been important to me. When things are chaotic and out of balance, my general inclination is to ask why.
What is happening that creates this imbalance, an imbalance ultimately from truth?
The natural order of things is so much a part of my instinctual makeup that as a young child my maternal grandfather once said and wrote to me, “son, you were born with an incurable case of curiosity, and someday it might kill you.”
Later in life I discovered the nature of that conversation stemmed from an episode where I refused to accept being taught imbalanced rules at school. My worried and intensely patient mom sought advice from her father, my granddad, in a letter I later discovered in his well-worn satchel of mementos.
Turning a phrase my mom wrote, “Dear dad, we are attempting to tame the shrewd“… Apparently, my childhood sense of curiosity was loved and cherished, but also worrisome in the way that only a mother’s wisdom could assess.
Granddad replied with a comforting dispatch to my exasperated mom, and then appeared in person a week later to help lend some practical support to my parent’s efforts.
In this context, ‘practical’ meant me and grandpa on a week-long fishing and camping trip right in the middle of the school year. The timing was why that specific visit imprinted so memorably, yet the purpose remained unknown to me until much later in life.
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