You just kicked everybody out on Christmas. –Well, that wasn't Christmas. That was chaos. –Look. I--I know it didn't go like you wanted. –What I wanted was a perfect Christmas for me and my family. –That was our family. –You call that a family?! That was a natural disaster! –On Christmas, that's how it works. Yes, it was crowded. Yes, it got a little out of hand. –Fiona, they lit me on fire!
G'Quan wrote, There is a greater darkness than the one we fight. It is the darkness of the soul that has lost its way. The war we fight is not against powers or principalities, it is against chaos and despair. Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope, the death of dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender. The future is all around us, waiting in moments of transition to be born in moments of revelation. No one knows the shape of that future or where it will take us. We know only that it is always born in pain.