Ours was not a political household, when I was growing up.
Riding the train gives him too much time to think, he has decided. Too much thinking can ruin you.
I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.
With my friends, I don't feel pressure to be someone other than who I am.
Depending on the reality one must face, one may prefer to opt for illusion.
I notice when I'm on these trips, I read like mad. It's the only thing that seems to center me, bring me back to remembering who I am. Or forgetting who I am!