Yet it is surely a sign of the impoverishment of common culture
and the common good —
and an index of the degree to which liberal order has succeeded in establishing itself as both — that we are virtually required to equate love of country with devotion to the animating philosophy of the regime
rather than to, say, the tales of our youth, the lay of the land
and the bend in the road,
and «
peace and quiet and good tilled earth.»
This not only gave us both some
peace and quiet, but joking aside, we had a lot more independence
and a greater freedom for our own personal experience,
rather than catering to fit in with a group.