I am rereading one of my favorite books, Wonderful Life by Stephen Jay Gould. He explores the stunning findings in the Burgess Shale, a paleontology site in the mountains in eastern British Columbia, where a huge supply of never before seen species were discovered in fossils in the early 20th century. They go back 500 million years and once provided inspiration for a poem of mine about who would read Emily Dickinson 500 million years from now. I guess the end of 2018 and the beginning of 2019 seems small by comparison, but I only have my human hopes to go on. I am optimistic. There are good signs. And I am ready for more.