Peggy Noonan writes: What are we in the pocket of? An illusion, perhaps, or rather many illusions: that we must know the latest, that we must have a say, that we are players, are needed, that the next score will change things, that through work we can quench our thirst, that, as they said in the sign over the entrance of Auschwitz, “Work Brings Freedom”…

While it’s tempting to marvel at the prescience of the article (written some four years ago), to connect it with recent tragedy and see “ah ha! I told you so!” in its conclusions, I share it only because it is well written, because I lost track of time while reading it, because it is a distraction from thinking there’s something else you ought to be doing.