The Enchanter's Theorem

Ad Astra - 2016 - Angela N. Hunt

Blessed Yule, my darlings!

I don't even know where to start.

Well, I do. With this.

I love you. Yes. You.

It's been one hell of a year and we need each other more than we ever have in a long, long time. We're being asked to rise up. We're being asked to not throw away our shot. And above all, we are being asked to find a way forward with Love and in service to Justice. There's a reason that Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness were init cap words for the Founders. Yes, the arc of the moral universe is fucking long.

It does not mean we can abandon the work.

But it's Yuletide. Until the Tide rolls out and leaves us with its scrimshaw, all we're being asked of is very simple: love one another, heal the sick, feed the hungry, defend the weak, and comfort the hurt.

It really is that simple.

And it is really that fucking hard.

I love you, darlings. Sol Invictus! The Conquering Sun returns!

"We rise and fall and light from dying embers, remembrances that hope and love last longer