Transitions

 In the past few weeks, we have said goodbye to our 14 year old dog; driven to Georgia for our son's graduation; driven back; flown to Europe; spent 12 days driving around the Alpine region; flown back; gotten an offer on an old house that has been in our family since 1962; driven there to empty the house of items before the sale; and driven home.  We will close in the next ten days.

That's...a lot. 

We think certain things will always remain the same. The dog will never die; the child will never grow up; the four walls around us will stay the same.  Obviously they don't. 

Trying to make sense of the gulf between one way of looking at the world and another - between stasis and change - isn't easy. However, we are looking at a global politics that also struggles to accommodate that dynamic. Some people simply can't fit change into their world. I think putting my pronouns into my email signature is a bit silly, but whatever. I can accept that. Obviously tens of millions of Americans and billions of humans cannot.

The problem for them is that change is going to come. It doesn't care if you don't like it. It's indifferent to your preferences. I'm not sure how we find a way to drive that point home.