It is New Year's Day Eve, 2020, the most sought-after day on the planet. Everyone I know and love wants to bury this year in a self-combusting tank where the pain of illness and death, unemployment and bankruptcy, mental unwellness, desperation and loneliness are left to rot. This year of Covid-19 has truly created a new understanding of what really matters in life: health, family, friendship, and imagination. For most, our work spaces have moved into our homes; our homes have become our sanctuaries; our sanctuaries have been limited to family, few friends, masks, and 6-foot distances. To be self-sufficient is to survive; to be calm is to create; to obey the advice of health care officials is prudent. So please explain to me why there are still people in this world who opt to follow their own paths, their own egos, and resist the science of this virus? Their foolishness is contagious. I will not be responsible for those individuals; may they find their places in another solar