Moods come and go. Light and darkness both come and go.

I had a religious upbringing and I’m very grateful for that, not so much for the particular set of beliefs, but for the awareness that life is a spiritual journey, and it has a transcendent dimension (if you take the time to become aware of it).

These words remain as beautiful as ever, and if you peer closely, seem to foreshadow the Corona pandemic almost 3000 years ago.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

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 cast 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 cast 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.

And so here some darkness. It comes and goes – I promise.