I remember that spring day in 1970, when the “Kent State massacre” resulted in the death of four students, how, as I was riding my bike to class at Boston University, I kept hearing internally the terrible words: “Turning, turning, the widening gyre . . .”
This alt-epistemological commentary is an unusually deep reflection, utilizing the recent Kentucky Kids drama to show how we all tend to get caught up in the massive, expanding, swirling, gyre that threatens to suck us all into a black hole of oblivion.
A word to the wise! Grateful.