My step-aunt Jana died this morning. I barely knew her, and if I were as vociferously Mormon as her extended family, I would be questioning my faith. What kind of benevolent omniscent being takes his own on the eve of his holiest day? Or, conversely, is this an attestation to the brute injustice of all life, proof that the world is unfair regardless of Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Sikhism? I don’t know. And we’re all too involved in our immediate circumstances to ponder over the point too long. Here’s to mindfulness, reflection, and the dawning of a new day.