We live in such a fake world most of the time, we don't need them. We're inside, where it's 75. I spent 12 seconds outside, coming from my heated car to here.
Nothing changes on New Year's Day, as the man says.
That's what orders our lives these days. In the midst of this, the Church beckons. The world is charged with the grandeur of God, the poets say. Every bush burns with his presence, though only a few will see and take their shoes off. The rest pluck blackberries.