My Brother’s Take on the Winter Solstice
Hi, folks. Tim Fasano here. The sun is setting on the winter solstice.
It is also the time of year where we celebrate the birth of the divine child and savior. Other civilizations throughout history have had a similar form of mythology: Horus in Egypt, Mithras in Persia.
All speak of a rebirth and a regeneration. All things that are born must die. All things that die will be reborn.
It is something central to human nature to tap into the mysterious and the universal. It is an archetype that seems to be consistent with all civilizations and all humanity. It’s okay in this modern world to believe in myths, to have strong belief in religion.
I mean, myth in the classical sense, not to step it on anybody’s religious sensibilities. It’s okay to believe. That is what makes us human.










The photograph showcases a man and a woman standing amidst a verdant backdrop. The man, wearing glasses, dons a casual green t-shirt and has a slight smile on his face. The woman, standing to his right, is dressed in a vibrant red dress and radiates happiness with a broad smile. Her hair is pulled back, emphasizing her high cheekbones and bright eyes. The foliage behind them, with a mixture of light and shadows, creates a serene atmosphere. Their close proximity and warm expressions suggest a comfortable and familiar relationship between the two.


