On the Patterns in the Apocalyptic Fire

Or what was that rabbit smoking?

(Reuters/Mike Blake)

As horrible as the spectacle of life gets, this past week has been a particularly bad stretch, but yet, there is something undeniably pleasing about seeing patterns in the maelstrom, and for a writer, there is no greater gift than a bird’s eye view of emerging truth.

Let me start with Jimmy Carter, RIP. His funeral this week brought b…