. . . is re-reading The Road to Serfdom.
Also, for those who were following the posts from Elizabeth Scalia, Ann Althouse, Joe Carter and me regarding the artistic path (and the life path) taken by Thomas Kinkade, she has a few words on him as well, getting to the heart of what makes his paintings so evil: when shadows are not shadows, light has no meaning. Light that cannot obey the laws of physics is no light at all; stripped of its metaphorical meaning, it might as well be under a bushel basket.
To put it in Christian terms light without darkness is Christ without the cross: a sad, vapid character.