2025, here's what I humbly ask you for: Home and peace.
May you be the year where tradition once again gains the upper hand! The halting of our culture's entropic slide into decadence, replaced by emergent signs of something to-be-continued upwards, beginning!
Oh rotted foundation, let us tear you down out of necessity, but, while doing so, not deny the underlying conditions that produced you and even now still call out for something like what you once were.
Oh Lord, may we better produce (both together and individually) beginnings that are not also simultaneously endings! May the spirit at the heart of this matter flood the world! Grant us an excess of unpremeditated intentions that lead to the organic formation of meaningful repetition!
As an adult, I've hardly known a homeland but for one where anti-traditions dominate. A culture bent on nothing more than constant unlocking, expending any lately unleashed creative energy on the further breaking down of the few remaining holdout taboos. An erroneous definition of freedom holding sway: encouraging that none may consider themselves free unless accessible roads have been paved to all farthest, steepest, and most inhospitable peripheries of our cultural understanding! 2025, may you reverse such trends!
Oh, enough of the old and doubly enough of the newer old that can only frame itself in opposition to the old!
Time for a new new! Formed of resurgent vitality, not weathered resentment! A new tradition to contain us and, in so doing, encourage our growth! Whose confines include necessary and nonnegotiable gates, carefully measured out, as in any good recipe, to give freedom its best possible taste! More than a pinch, but only so much more.