I will be honest with you — I don’t get Halloween. I mean no disrespect to those who consider it their favorite holiday, and I know there are some who do. I don’t think every child in a mask is a Satanist. In the devil’s world there are plenty of legitimate bogeymen to chase; I see no need to imagine any extra ones.
Enough judging a man in his 50s for an isolated incident, or even several of them, that may or may not have happened when he was a teenager.
Enough judging a woman for daring to have a smile on her face at some point in time when the most important thing in her life is her allegations of being assaulted.
Enough giving credence to everyone who supports our own preconceived values and principles. Enough dismissing and/or excoriating everyone who opposes them.
I am fascinated by the “Why” of things. The “What” is usually more important, but it is also usually self-evident. I don’t need people to explain the “What” in most instances. I ask my children, “What are you doing?” all the time, but usually I know already — either nothing at all, something that makes no sense, or something that is taking the place of what they are supposed to be doing. In other words, it’s a “Why” question in disguise.