eve.

Merry Christmas Eve.

The annual reminder that if you want to find any semblance of god, the best places to look for god is somewhere near immigrants, the poor, the rejects, the scientists, the searchers, and the ones that really dig into the mysterious, universal, found in the mundane.

And your annual reminder of the lengths that the political and religious powers will do to eradicate those very ideas.

It’s not a little cute story of peace and joy, really, but it is some insight on where to best find it.