There are two motivations that underlie my desire to speak at all. Both are often misguided, but I trust the latter more.

The first is something that concerns me, because (it seems, to me) there is a tragedy or grave injustice involved.

The second is staggering beauty. Awe. Reverence. The aftermath of profound discovery.

These are fundamentally distinct aspects of ‘being bothered’. And yes, beauty can be understood as ‘a form of disturbance’…

So much less to say here…