- Feds reject Obama-era ruling that blocked mining on edge of BWCA.
- State predicts PolyMet would need $1B to cover risks from copper-nickel mine.
Fortunately, before I could get bent too far out of shape, I came across Maria Popova's piece, A Reflection on Living Through Turbulent Times. Give yourself an early Christmas present, follow the link and read it. A shift in perspective from 4+/- billion miles doesn't make our issues less important. It does give them an aura of solvability, I think. If that doesn't do it for you, read, twice or more, the ending two stanzas of today's poem.
Christmas, 2017
Photo by J. Harrington
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Christmas Bells
I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till ringing, singing on its way, The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men! It was as if an earthquake rent The hearth-stones of a continent, And made forlorn The households born Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And in despair I bowed my head; “There is no peace on earth," I said; “For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!” Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: “God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men.”
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