The word “juggernaut” originated from racist descriptions of celebrants of the festival if Jagannath throwing themselves under the wheels of the large temple cars.

In this case, no one who’s in the path of destruction asked to be there; and I know this current war is symptomatic of the US’s fragility and may very well be the thing that breaks its grip on the world’s throat. So the metaphor isn’t particularly apt, but I feel like I’m stuck, forced to watch gravity take its course. The car is out of control and it’s eventually going to shatter itself on something, but there’ll be considerable destruction and loss along the way.

May all those in this country’s path be spared, and may there be peace, hope, and a chance to rebuild in the aftermath. Your hopes for the future shine the brightest.