Back to (un?)Reality

I think the world is arrayed against thought. If one wants to think—and I mean really think about something—when can the thinking get done? While working? eating? doing laundry? washing dishes? Life, or at least American life, seems to stand in the way of those of us who want to focus on something.

OK, it's true that I don't know where to look, much less at what distance to focus, but come on! It's tough to do any looking when the daily routine fills up with so many other tasks. The independently wealthy have an advantage: they can get by without work and then pay other people to do the laundry and the dishes. Liberty from the mundane at least seems to provide an advantage here. As of this moment, I am declaring my willingness to review all offers of patronage for whatever my art may be.