We are always in crisis. Things around us, and even ourselves, are changing in unexpected ways. We find the present troubling because it never quite conforms to our hopes and dreams.
Instead of climate change and autocracy, we could be facing the black plague and feudal lords. It's just a matter of century.
It always seems we are on the edge of doom. We are. Our self of yesterday has died and at the end of the day today's self will become history.
Crisis comes from the Greek krinein, to decide. We are always deciding to take the next breath. Or not.
Trump may yet serve, as a foil, to awaken the greatest egalitarian movement the United States has ever seen. Or not. Climate change may usher in the most careful and generous resource use in history. Or not.
This is fraught with uncertainty, for we must always face the decision: do we go on or give up?
In the end, the present is the only time in which we decide to act and be.
