Seaons Greets 2025
Seasons greetings to all our fellow cellar dwellers and to the burgeoning confused mass of humans having a rough time in a strange period.
No useful words of praise can we offer, fewer trifling phrases of comfort seem meaningful against a tide of discontent.
Every soul carries the universe with it, sometimes unnoticed by ourselves, that each of us possesses the vast and infinite resources of that which has brought us into being.
Our species has struggled from its childhood emotions into better states of mind and yet the ills of the species reassert themselves time and again, these traits carried in genetic and memetic envelopes to be opened and chosen from by each generation.
The most powerful punch ever thrown was the one that was never thrown. The closed fist that opened.
So to with our hearts, not to be withheld or locked. Such fences keep the possessor on the outside too.
It seems a strange balance in a universe teeming with life to have such awfulness in it. That one is for a mind of a higher calibre than mine to explain, but if I cannot comprehend, I can feel, and I feel sure that there is a vast ocean of what is good and right within.
Kindness surely is the most powerful force of all, and the supreme manifestations of love can only preserve what they care for.
In this time of changes, may what you love be preserved through your choice to be kind.
In 2025, with love from the fellers in the cellar.
