And so we reach the week of Brexit. I feel a closing of all of our minds. There is a wooden feeling echoing through the phrase heard so often " let's get on with it" ,So as we get in with it we deaden our minds, we deaden our tolerance . "The best lack all conviction ,, while the worst are filled with passionate intensity' The mistitled Great Reform bill is no more than a great *cut and paste " bill. We move down the road of Article 50 . We do not know where we are going, how we will get there and what will happen. Those of passionate intensity' look for their next target as those who supported them begin to realise they have been fooled again. Those who opposed the passionate intense still feel sluggish , without drive, without meaning , find ourselves like Eliot's Magi find ourselves in a country of alien beliefs with our rulers clinging to strange gods . Welcome to the closed minds of Brexit isle. Welcome to the future.....
Maybe it's the change of time , maybe it's Monday, maybe it's the dawn of Brexit but we all look a morose group on the bus as we move towards Clydach . As my birthday approaches I reflect that in a years time i will have my bus pass . I will have reached the ripe old age of 60 . My mind skips to the future and i wonder where we will all be ? What will be the tone of our politics, our hopes and fears and what will be our regrets and realisations. ? What insights will we have and what loves and hates will have perished? It's Monday Shrewsbury get a grip!
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