Jesus’s words are with me ever since I woke up this morning. “Dimitte illis,” he addressed his father from the cross, “quia nesciunt quid faciunt.” Well put. What else could one say about the human species? I am thinking about climate change, of course. And I am addressing myself rather than any old father. For better or worse, he was but a figment of Jesus’ imagination, anyhow. At any rate, I pardon my fellow humans. Nesciunt quid faciunt, to be sure.