New Year

The resident voices in my head compete for attention. There is always a quarrel of perception going on, a constant figuring out that finds no final sum.

True, it's a new year. But, there are no new secrets the wind carries, and no new wisdom from our sun or recycled rain. There is no answer that will satisfy every question, no keen solution to the angst of innocents, the hapless victims of change. 

True, another new year, but that's simply our quant and arbitrary calendar tradition. The earth spins by its own schedules via powers unseen and many factors yet in mystery, how it's pinned so precisely in space by the fickle reign of gravity, the ultimate, unseen web cloaking every structure, every lofty daydream, every dared hope of humanity, tethered to the scourge of physical death, the giant risks taken despite the lightless abyss of failure and then extinction. 

True, a new year, yet still the same onerous quagmire of countries fighting for more power, conflicts over greed and survival, dominance, tyranny. There are no fresh ideas for a new year still gorged with old pain, no truisms for us to learn. 

How do we go on, yet is there even a choice, uncharted, step by step thru the finite count of a lifetime's days, seeking what, exactly? God's grace? Perhaps. But, that's assuming a lot not yet in evidence, so that a trusting and thoroughly irrational faith alone propels us thru this new unknown.

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