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Photo courtesy of New York Magazine For those who took part in the Women’s March today, January 21, 2017. “But now this one word hath my sense restored, Lightened my mind, and quickened my heart, And in my soul a living spirit poured, Yea, with sweet comfort strengthened every part: For well this word a spirit dead may rise, Which only word made Heaven, World, and Seas.” Gervase Markham “Marie Magdalens—Lamentation #6” On a starless night, a woman and child huddled in the front of a battered wooden boat as it was propelled by the waves toward the beachhead.   Water, cold and bracing, sloshed over the bow and pooled around their sandaled feet.   Dark and shadowy men met them and pulled the craft up onto the sand and hands extended to help the woman and child disembark on the black-shrouded coast of Gaul.   “I am Mary of Magdala,” the women whispered.   “I am Mary of Magdala, and I come bearing the blood of Jesus Christ, our savior,”   She wrapped her arm around ...

Christopher Thomas Knight after his arrest for burglary Christmas 2016.   It is an uncertain world, as it is always an uncertain world.   I’m also skeptical about this as a season of peace and light.   There is desperation in the air.   On the commute home, people fly by me as darkness falls.   Drivers swerve and change lanes without a backward glance.   Everybody’s frantic; everybody’s impatient, in a rush. I went to a Christmas party last week where the hosts actually worked off of a script timed to the minute. “I want to welcome you all to our annual Christmas party,” the host said.   “We’ll have a half hour for small talk and then we will eat.”   And exactly 28 minutes later, we ate.   “The main course here is barbecue,” she gestured with a Vanna White wave of her hand.   “And over here we have our vegetarian entrees and our gluten-free options.”   They had covered all the bases. Forty minutes later:   “we will now play ho...