Sunday night was a lunar eclipse—a blood moon, poignantly. A little after 10pm central time, I settled down into the grass and watched the shadow of the Earth cross the moon. I had to laugh at the absurdity of the moment. Here am I, sitting in my perfectly manicured front lawn, suburban homes surrounding me1, and …
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