At this time of Joy it is only right that we use our perspective to realise that not everyone will sit down to a Christmas Dinner. Not everyone will sleep soundly in their beds waiting for Santa. In fact not everyone will be able to show reverence to their belief in public without fear of being arrested.
We are but fleas on the back of the world, and the world is but a flea to the universe. We need to remember just where we all fit in.
For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
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Merry Christmas, Prydwen.
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