This is the second part of a four-part series inspired by a shared feeling that we are standing on a threshold. In my January essay,

”No-one who, like me, conjures up the most evil of those half-tamed demons that inhabit the human breast, and seeks to wrestle with them, can

The passage from one cycle to another can only take place in darkness–René Guénon As I write this, half of my city sits in darkness,