I have been sick with the flu for eighteen years now, the last six days of which were mostly spent in bed, which may account for what you’re about to read, but then again, it may not. I’m beginning to think that my fever may have actually cleared my head more than it shrouded it. This may not be such a wonderful thing.

The winter solstice marks both an end and a beginning, a tipping point.  The power, the crisis of this moment, was keenly felt by our ancestors. 

We live in a worldwide web far more intricate and powerful than the one built by human technologies: it is a web of Life. Everything affects everything else.