Whenever I spend much of my day in “political” activities, which in my case consist almost entirely of writing letters to politicians big and small, I feel that I have wasted my precious time, as though “politics” is not life. Not “real” life, in any case. On occasion I get quite annoyed with myself, as well. Why do I keep wasting my time in such a horrible way?! But this is a wrong way of looking at my letter-writing, if for no other reason, then because it actually takes a big chunk of my time. Besides, life cannot but include politics, too. Like so many “biological” needs, I suppose. One way or another, I must learn not to abhor my political life. True, it brings me nothing I value dearly, but it is a part of my daily toil nonetheless. I should respect it as such at the very least. For crying out loud, I even shit with all the reverence shitting deserves!