It's never/always too late

​As the earth incrementally tilts the northern hemisphere back towards the sun, we continue to hedge our meteorological bets by rushing down to meet it as soon as possible. In other words we fled to Mexico at the start of this year as we have now for at least five if not seven. Since we as a species have somehow completely accepted the illogical Einsteinesque fungibility of time, it really no longer matters. Of course, we have also accepted the fungibility of facts, literal experience, and truth which is why we’re in an election year that looks no different than the one four or eight years ago.
 
Suffice it to say we came down the first week of January 2024 as we do every year when the winter starts to raise its mean visage in yankeeland. We will continue to do so, I’ll warrant, until we don’t, of course. And then we may contend we never did, for who’s to say really.
 
So it’s either the shameful idleness of old age or the cursed apple of theoretical physics and brain-science come to roost, or the Plato-warned internet driven anarchy of unfettered democratization, but we’ve become completely untethered social or anti-social creatures. The only answer is to retreat to the family and the tribe of the like-minded. Thankfully I have both that offer ballast and balance. In fact, thanks to AJ, the family is expanding, to Oliver it’s creating amazing stuff, and to Jackie it’s mostly serene and always comely. As to the tribe, the weekly Zooms, daily puzzles, and regular physical rendezvous keep it all in focus till someone catches the rope and pulls us back into port.
 
Optimistic? Moi? We’ll see