Will history determine that 2016 was a year of balancing a scale or tipping it dangerously close to the fire?

And so it is with me and the rest of humanity.

Perhaps this is why the desert drew me in over and over this year. I know the desert well. I grew up in the desert — both in life and metaphorically. The seemingly endless light that heated the soil beneath my feet and cast mirages before me was both a gift and a trick. Sorting candor from myth consumed much of my time.