It is the end of the year. Last month December. An auspicious time. I think all that gift giving is how humans trying to avoid depression. These are the dark times in most places. But we use the Old Religion to cheer us up and the new religion of commerce to sell and buy stuff. What is lost almost totally is the reason for all this activity and gifting. Its a Birth. Nativity. There is a woman in labor, moaning and pushing, sweating and breathing deep. She is a young woman, unmarried, fertilized by a proxy via the Angel Gabriel. She is in the grip of a universal happening; you cannot step away from it, you cannot postpone it, the birth has to happen or you’ll die.