Put a little love in your heart

Then spread it around, like jam on toast.

The state of the world. There’s no psychic Narcon to pull me back from the brink of terminal dread I feel when I hear those words. And if it wasn’t bad enough to contemplate how it feels to live in an inferno of destruction and ill-will, I have children. They are bright balls of glowing potential that I can see dimming with every news cycle.

I don’t have the answer, but I have an anecdote.