Some things we have a choice in, and that means “control,” at least on the physical plane. Other things sweep us up, and we can only marvel at being part of the process: the spinning solar system, the spinning globe—and now the permanently altered environment which envelops us.
When it comes to Valentine’s Day, no one is more jaded than I am. And yet, I am not alone. The single person sulking their way through a(nother) lonely Valentine’s Day is as much a cultural stereotype as the googly-eyed couples trading teddy bears and balloon bouquets in “honor” of the occasion