Last night I dreamt of golden strands. They glistened and moved through black space. It was enamoring watching them flow, intersect, and merge light with one another.  Are these portals? The web of existence? Us?  My vision broadened, and I saw that the golden strands were not threads floating through space, they were the luminous

We are on a bus, headed towards a cliff. Some see this, and others are preoccupied with shining things that pull mass attention and cause distraction from the impending precipice.  This morning Bo, my two-year-old son, and I were woken up every hour, beginning at 12:19 a.m. I looked at the clock and saw 1:19 a.m.,