For some reason, a little bee flew into my bonnet. The bee’s name is “White Privilege” which I admit is an odd name for a bee. Now, bees sting and that is a fact, but bees always promote floral growth and make honey. So, I am going to exercise some restraint and go on a fact-and-opinion finding mission. Before I get settled in the verbal turret of my online tank, I want to hear things that I don’t really want to hear. Echo chambers are fun until you realize that they are less than informative. Also, I want to understand not only events but people’s awareness and perspectives. Our country is arguably greatly fractured. Fractures don’t always heal from time; they require guided attention to the injury. There will also be a linguistic exploration of the term and its possible effects. Please pray for me, if you do that sort of thing, that I will find clarity, write love, and point to Truth. I look forward to it.