Democracy Post-"Impeachment": Dead, But Still Heartsick
Thomas Jefferson comes to mind, as he referred to knowledge in his thoughts and writings as Light
You best believe when our sweaty overdressed forefathers were sitting in a Philadelphia courthouse day after day for months during a sweltering summer trying to birth this country, every minute felt like a pressure-cooked eternity of Light.
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.