In Conclusion

The science may not be settled, dear reader, but I am. One of the greatest tragedies of the given moment is our inability to shift our focus to the beauty, majesty, grace and complexity of life as it unfolds around us.

There is cause for concern, yes, but there always has been and always will be. God is good, and I can't bring myself to question His Providence more that I trust in His ways.

People have their positions on the relative merits, risks, theories, insights, conspiracies, correlations and causalities. I do too. I'm done, in a manner of speaking. I watch my kids collect wood for a bonfire, and it pleases me no end. I revel in the charm of spring reverb. I play music with my sons and hold my wife tightly, with both arms wrapped around her, because these things matter no less right now.

In fact, they might matter more, in some strange way. Not because the world is a more dangerous place. It isn't. But because more that ever, they're pushing the lie that it is.

How can I bring a child into this fallen world, with all its glorious flaws and failings? With the same sense of joyous abandonment that accompanied the arrival of the past nine, my friend.

However else?