Greetings, wonderful people, time travellers of my acquaintance, my friends.

Christmas is fast approaching and on the one hand the air is filled with that Christmas hope,

happiness, the prospect of good cheer, but on the other hand, unavoidably, and I cannot deny the presence of chaos and confusion

swirling all about. Anyway, before I launch into my weekly monologue, I'd like to remind you

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it even better by being there. Okay, I will now confess what I've been thinking about this week.

I can't be alone in finding the story of how to describe it, unexplained lights in the sky over various parts of the United States of America.

But I can't be alone in finding it, again, what words to use, beyond fascinating.

Some might call it deeply suspicious as well, at least those of us who have become

sceptical and suspicious about everything.

I'm well aware of how skeptical and suspicious I've become, you know, such that it worries

me how I might have lost my ability to believe anything.

I worry that Jesus will return riding on the

back of a dolphin and I won't be able to, I won't be able to take it seriously. That's my,

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