Yesterday, New Year’s Day, was Global Hangover Day.
It was also Global Magical Thinking Day.
Call me a cynic, but there is nothing special about New Year’s Day. It has no potency, no power. It signifies nothing of interest in the physical world, marks neither solstice or equinox, time to sow or time to reap. (more…)
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