A lot of people got worked up over the total eclipse of the sun earlier this month. ‘Totality’ was the term, and people were saying it in awestruck tones, down there in Oregon, as reported on every television news program.
People in north-central Alberta can be forgiven for being a bit cynical about all the fuss. No totality for us; more like partiality. It got a bit dim there for a few minutes, but it wasn’t really anything to write home about. If that was as good as it got for Hank Morgan in Mark Twain’s A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, he probably would have been burned at the stake and it would have been a much shorter novel.
There were bigger and more important – more ominous for sure – things happening around the world in the month of August. Rampant illegal immigration. Terrorism on the streets of tourist towns. Nuclear sabre-rattling. The unfolding Trumpelstiltskin dystopian fantasy.
You can’t blame people for allowing themselves to be distracted by something as rare and non-controversial as a solar eclipse. The sun shines on everybody the same, regardless of their circumstances. And every so often it doesn’t.