This afternoon, the rain fell steadily on campus. Classical Christmas was playing on iTunes, and I felt transported from this time to earlier holidays. Christmas is inspirational. The song tells us we need a little Christmas right this very minute. Memories haunt the dark recesses of our minds. Hate displayed against us or to those we know lurks just under the shadows of the doors to our hearts. We know what it felt like we do not want to feel it again.

Yesterday we felt the light of a new day warm our souls. Today we feel the creeping darkness of a familiar evil. Wisdom is known of her children. We seek counsel.

Some lead by divide and conquer. Brother against sister mother against daughter son against father. Fealty is required. Learn to bow the knee and practice faux allegiance. Don’t make waves my seniors told me when I began at University. Don’t stick your head up too high or you will get it chopped off…they said.

Our field of vision is 20/20. We see the suffering we smell the fear. We will be alright we blend in no one will know us for who we are in secret. Torches burn brightly. Mouths shaped by hate glow in the etheral darkness. Hate that can not be satiated…

Counsel we cry…what to do…where to go…what to say…how to live…

It is darkest before the dawn we heard said. Return we do to the house of our fathers…

Dad has a big safe house that he told us was our home. There are comforters on the beds and the delicious smell of bacon and eggs in the morning. Fresh coffee is perking and freshly squeezed orange juice is being served. It is our sense of place… home.