My faith in systems, political, economic, religious, has been over the years largely eroded away. Presidents, Popes and Plutocrats. Paah! So 9/10. A dimming ember of interest in the piddly, jittery pond of humans, save what we inflict upon this home of ours, this fragile world, has led me back to a renewed, always humbling study of geology, put on the back burner apres my undergraduate years at NCSU and a general requirement class, Rocks for Jocks it was called, conducted in a cavernous lecture hall by Dr. Victor Cavaroc, an ironic and wise sort imbued of the patience perfect for a geologist. [Below the fold, Tuesday’s inauguration becomes embedded in the sedimentary layers of time.]