Days when lunatics rip wings off butterflies, when beauty is grounded, and madmen ride doomsday sidesaddle. Days when violence, treachery, and bigotry are the unholy trinity. When intuition’s GPS is on the fritz, leaving us in blind alleyways–bugged, mugged, drugged. Here’s to a shot of blackbird whiskey to sing away the blues. A North Star for a third eye to guide us brightly home. Here’s to realizing that nowhere can be everywhere when witnessing the world through soul-colored glasses.