Sincerely, Happy Easter. A personal observation: I grew up attending a church where Easter included a quarterly communion ritual. It was always a lovely day, but as a child I did not particularly note it as significantly separate from any other day of religious observance.

Now, as an adult, the religious people in my life practice Catholicism primarily. This is because I live in a different place and married a woman whose family is Catholic. Easter is a different kind of day now, more emphasis, more ritual, more observance. But mostly, it’s a day when the whole family on my wife’s side gets together. It’s lovely, the whole thing, I love it.

Holding two thoughts simultaneously, I am not Catholic myself, and maybe because of this, I also get this feeling sometimes in a humorously poetic way but also recognizing some serious consequences to the way people relate to one another. Being an outsider to most of the religious observances that surround me, either here where I live now, or in my hometown, for various reasons that go beyond the scope of this note—and no disrespect intended, like, at all: