The bipolar days are here, half the planet at its farthest remove from sunlight and warmth, the other half engulfed by fires and some of the hottest days ever recorded.
We live by laws that have no control over the great certainty of the earth: that it spins on a tilted axis, and this week cast one sphere mostly in darkness and the other in light. The great uncertainty, the fragile construct of civilization, had a solstice of sorts in the nation’s capital Wednesday. It was a fine day for the Constitution.
People are capable of doing extraordinary things in the season of inertia and gloom.