That a problem. Branding it.
My own name, according to family lore, comes from Robin Hood and the Merry men. The family church is Sherwood Episcopal.
The roots go back to the Christianization of the pagan goddess. Mary. Merry Olde England. Merry Christmas.
Though I would much prefer to watch it from my own little space. I understand that if even some of the points I've raised are taken seriously, it would be a freight train and I'd likely be one of those run over.
Which isn't a huge deal, death was my first obstacle and I've come to understand it's one side of the equation. The five year old me, rushing around, getting into everything and the Angel of Death, just chilling across infinity and eternity. The focus and the harmony.
It's that the rest of my world, my family, etc. that might get torn up. You would understand that.
A good book on the origins of the West;
