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The winter solstice is the longest night of the year. It marks the beginning of the return of the light.
But it does not mark the end of the cold.
The Solstice is the moment when winter begins to slow its descent. But a slowly descending winter is still a deepening winter. The world grows colder for another two months. Tomorrow, the world will be brighter than it is today. But it will not be any warmer. Not yet. Tomorrow, we will be wiser than we were yesterday. But it won’t be enough.
Somewhere out there, at this moment, someone is hurting. And they need help desperately, and they are alone.
And we’re not going to help them.
And if we did, there would be another. And another.
Somewhere out there, someone is sick. Their body is wasting away. And humanity knows the cure – it’s dead simple. We have the power to save them. But we have not yet built the social and logistical networks to find them, and get them the care they need.
Somewhere out there, someone else is sick, and we don’t know the cure. And even if our best scientists gave it their all, it’ll be years before the right person glimpses the right clues and puts the solution together.
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And, here, somewhere in our community, or at least our broader social network… there is probably someone who is hurting.
They may have asked for help. Maybe some people tried to help them. Maybe some friends and family poured their soul and burned their reserves to lift heaven and earth… but it wasn’t enough.
Maybe they tried reaching out to help, and some friends put in some token effort… but everyone was a bit busy. And no one made it their priority.
If you’re in here, and this is you… I’m sorry.
I can’t promise that we’ll do better tomorrow, or the next day. The most I can promise is that over time, as our community strengthens itself with the tools to help and heal humanity, we will also strive to heal and help each other as best we can.
In the meanwhile, it is a brute fact that there are people – in here, out there – who are going to be okay someday, but are not okay right now. And it will be a long time before they become their brightest self.
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And…
…meanwhile…
…somewhere out there in the world, right now, someone is shivering.
Their lungs ache in the bitter cold. Their arms are numb. Every so often, they press their stiff fingers against their breast, stealing a sliver of heat from their heart – warming their hand enough to clumsily manipulate a tattered blanket.
And as their fingers touch their heart, the numbness is suddenly replaced by pain. It itches and burns and spasms in the cold. Meanwhile the blanket barely even helps, just delays the inevitable. They bleed calories into the darkness.
By tomorrow morning, that person will be dead.
And we can’t help them.
And if somehow we did, there would be another, and another. Because we haven’t actually defeated winter. Not yet.
It’s a true fact that every breath you take, approximately seven people die. It’s another true fact that grieving for each death with each breath is impossible, and unhealthy. It is not a winning step on our journey. I think one of the hardest, most important skills is to hold these two facts in a single mind.
But I think there is something valuable, once a year, to remember. To feel all that death and suffering as fully as you can.
In a moment, I’m going to blow out this candle, and we’re going to sit in the darkness for a few minutes, thinking about… whatever it is that you need to think about right now.
But first, we’re going to take seven breaths together.
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The speaker leads seven deep breaths.
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The speaker blows out the last candle.
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