I read, Nation, the modernists. I read the early socialists and nationalists. I will not pretend that I understand much of it. But one thing is clear - everything goes around in circles. What is, has already been, and will happen again. Nothing new occurs, but there is no boredom, because there is also no memory of those who lived nor of those who will live. There are only masks and the illusion that they are ever new. The illusion that some meetings are happening, some significant conversations are being held, some plans that can be implemented are being devised. Some movement towards some kind of progress.

That's how I try to arrange it in my head, in vain. You try too, with varying success. You can be naive and foolish, Nation. And you can also be wonderful. Wise, thoughtful, and sensitive. Though not at weddings.