High in cholesterol, high also in carbon: Cheese, counting the cost

If God promises never again to flood the world to oblivion, the promise for water does not also hold for fire.

The Revelation of Jesus Christ suggests that the world will go out in a blaze.
2 Peter 3:10-12 renders clear the elemental concerns regarding the Apocalyptic Day of the Lord:

But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night; in the which the heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up.


Seeing then that all these things shall be dissolved, what manner of persons ought ye to be in all holy conversation and godliness,
12 Looking for and hasting unto the coming of the day of God, wherein the heavens being on fire shall be dissolved, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat?

It seems not out of the realm of the possible, then, that the ultimate demise of this inhabitable earth will be the end result of anthropomorphic climate change. That suggests that climate change is not only real but inevitable; its ultimate effect not only concerning but also catastrophic.

If prophesy is history foretold, can we circumvent this scenario or is it written in stone? And if circumventable, how can each one of us play our part? How do we each take charge in minimising our own carbon footprint?

Some people count their calories. Dirk Gratzel counts his carbon emissions

After realising that his annual carbon footprint was twice that of the national average, German man Dirk Gratzel decided to eat less cheese. But can dairy products hold the answer to our thermal woes?

As if farmer’s don’t have it hard enough, now they have to watch their carbon footprint also. In Australia, 16% of greenhouse gas emissions come from farms of which 20% come from dairy farms — three per cent (3%) of Australia’s greenhouse gas emissions come directly from dairy farms. [2] Of these, the cow itself is the main culprit. Non-dairy cow are also energy-intensive to maintain. The cow, apparently, is an energy-intensive carbon-expensive beast of, nowadays, increasingly little burden. Which begs then the question, is the world overpopulated — with cow?

Indeed, a quick Google screen suggests the US, the UK, NZ, and Ireland all have too much cow.[5]

Approximately 60 to 70% of a typical dairy farm’s emissions arise from methane produced by the rumination of cows.²

Because prophesy is history foretold, it defies credulity to believe that the earth won’t be burned to bits in one thousand years’ time. Perhaps that is the end result even after man wakes up and takes measures to reduce the carbon-dioxide burden upon the atmosphere.

Despite a drop in consumption, beef still contributes more climate-warming pollution than any other food in the American diet.³

The Clean Metrics Corporation of Portland, Oregon has estimated that “avoidable food waste in the US exceeds 55 million metric tonnes per year, nearly 29% of annual production … equivalent to 2% of national emissions, and costs $198 billion.”[4] The same paper sites the alarming global statistic of one-third of all food produced for human consumption lost or wasted globally each year, about 1.2 billion metric tonnes!

References
  1. One man’s quest to make up for years of high carbon emissions, Frank Jordans and Daniel Niemann, Associated Press – Christian Science Monitor | December 11, 2018
  2. Emissions in dairy – Agriculture Victoria
  3. LESS BEEF, LESS CARBON:
    AMERICANS SHRINK THEIR DIET-RELATED CARBON
    FOOTPRINT BY 10 PERCENT BETWEEN 2005 AND 2014 – NRDC Issue Paper, March 2017
  4. The Climate Change and Economic Impacts of Food Waste in
    the United States, Kumar Venkat – Int. J. Food System Dynamics 2 (4), 2011, 431-446
  5. Farm fodder crisis – Too many cows? – Irish Examiner, Wednesday, April 04, 2018
  6. Too Many Cattle?, Clive Norman – HuffPost, updated 1 November 2014
  7. More than half of NZers say too many cows – Greenpeace poll – Greenpeace New Zealand, 
  8. Too many cattle, R. P. ‘Doc’ Cooke – Farm Progress  | Aug 15, 2018
  9. Fodder crisis proves we have too many cowsJohn Gibbons – The Irish Times, Sat, Apr 7, 2018
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Multipolar or Bust: The Emerging World and “the Burden of America”

Right or wrong, for good or bad, the United States is losing it’s status as pre-eminent global power-projector. One-part internal rot and one part failed excursions afforded the rise of a series of emergent forces, state and non-state alike. Pax Americana fading, the stunted nationlooks to make herself great again — indeed President Trump has said as much.

And emerging heavy–weight (China, Russia, India) and middle–weight (Pakistan, Turkey, Brazil) nations, increasingly belligerent, defy the status quo like no time since before the Peace of Westphalia; each delineating their version of how the world should look.

Hurtling headlong into a novel multipolarity brings many an incident and altercation to bear. How we manoeuvre through and around these interchanges will shape the Kingdom to come. One expects rather division of the globe into regions, each with a dominant power — the United States in the Americas, China in Asia, Russia in Eurasia, Israel in the Middle East, etc.

Much of this world order will be determined by how the waning empire reacts to new challengers; how new challengers bridge-up to imperial authority. To that end it seems likely America will bear some of the coming insult, relegating her to regional power status rather than the retention of global hegemony.

How might that happen to an otherwise universally formidable nation? Two immediate responses come to mind: economic and military. But the former rests heavily on the latter such that military power determines the ultimate outcome. (Of course one cannot have military power without economic success. The two are interwoven). How then might American military authority be challenged?

The nuclear threat against America, for the first time since the end of the Cold War, stands large before us. No longer something to be dismissed out of hand, for the first time in living memory many Americans ought genuinely to consider contingency plans against a nuclear strike scenario. Indeed both coasts—centred in New York and LA—emerge prime as targets.

In spite of news that should assuage our fears¹, we recall 1 Thessalonians 5:3:

For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; and they shall not escape.

John Bolton thinks North Korea is trying to “sucker the U.S. into relaxing sanctions”:

The only thing they’re trying to do is get us to abandon the pressure that we’re putting on them and hopefully forswear the possible use of military force, which nobody wants but nobody wants North Korea with nuclear weapons, either. That’s what this is about.³

That sounds not too far off the mark. But, in responding to the North Korean nuclear threat, the U.S is running out of options. As powerful as the U.S. is—and it is powerful—it is by no means impenetrable [4]:

The US has a total of 44 interceptors stationed in Alaska and California that could be used if North Korea shot at America, experts tell me. In May, the US had its biggest success yet when it tested the missile defense system under realistic conditions: Rockets launched from California destroyed the incoming mock ICBM in midair.

While much of biblical eschatology is written in the style of a synecdoche—”global” references pointing rather to the epicentre of Israel, and the surrounding Middle East—one cannot escape the reality of reverberations across the globe. As part of the Armageddon Protocol, a nuclear strike on America—indeed within the space of a couple of years—is not out of the question.

And that’s just North Korea

Don’t be alarmist: sure. Be optimistic? Great. But also be realistic. Residents’ contingency plans should be considered.

References
  1. Kim Jong un meets with S. Korean diplomats for first time in landmark meeting in Pyongyang – Liberty Unyielding, 5 March 2018
  2. Trump agrees to meet with North Korean leader Kim Jong Un, Joe Tacopino – New York Post8 March 2018
  3. North Korean nukes could reach entire U.S. within months, Greg Corombos – World Net Daily, 9 March 2018
  4. The US is running out of options to stop North Korea: What can Trump do?
    , Alex Ward – Vox,  30 November 2017
  5. This Missile Could Reach California.But Can North Korea Use It With a Nuclear Weapon?, William Broad, Mika Grondahl, Josh Keller, Alicia Parlapiano, Anjali Singhvi and Karen Yourish – New York Times, 3Which US cities could North Korea’s ballistic missile hit? – DW
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Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.

19 And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book. 20 He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly.

Bring Back the Sabbath


Sandor Ferenczi, a disciple of Freud’s, once identified a disorder he called Sunday neurosis. Every Sunday (or, in the case of a Jewish patient, every Saturday), the Sunday neurotic developed a headache or a stomachache or an attack of depression. After ruling out purely physiological causes, including the rich food served at Sunday dinners, Ferenczi figured out what was bothering his patients. They were suffering from the Sabbath.

On that weekly holiday observed by all ”present-day civilized humanity” (Ferenczi was writing in 1919, when Sunday was still sacred, even in Budapest, his very cosmopolitan hometown), not only did drudgery give way to festivity, family gatherings and occasionally worship, but the machinery of self-censorship shut down, too, stilling the eternal inner murmur of self-reproach. The Sunday neurotic, rather than enjoying his respite, became distraught; he feared that impulses repressed only with great effort might be unleashed. He induced pain or mental anguish to pre-empt the feeling of being out of control.

About a decade ago I developed a full-blown weekend disorder of my own. Perhaps because I am Jewish, it came on Friday nights. My mood would darken until, by Saturday afternoon, I’d be unresponsive and morose. My normal routine, which involved brunch with friends and swapping tales of misadventure in the relentless quest for romance and professional success, made me feel impossibly restless. I started spending Saturdays by myself. After a while I got lonely and did something that, as a teenager profoundly put off by her religious education, I could never have imagined wanting to do. I began dropping in on a nearby synagogue.

It was a small building in Brooklyn, self-consciously built nearly a century ago to look European; it had once served as a set in an inadvertently hilarious movie in which Melanie Griffith plays a police officer who goes undercover in a Hasidic community. I sat in the back of this Disneyfied sanctuary and discovered that I had no interest in praying, which I hardly remembered how to do. What I wanted to do was listen to the hymns, which offered the uncanny comfort of songs heard in childhood.

It was only much later, after I joined the synagogue and changed my life in a million other unforeseen ways, that I developed a theory about my condition. If Ferenczi’s patients had suffered from the Sabbath, I was suffering from the lack thereof. In the Darwinian world of the New York 20-something, everything — even socializing, reading or exercising — felt like work or the pursuit of work by other means. Had I been able to consult Ferenczi, I believe he would have told me that I was experiencing the painful inklings of sanity. For in the 84 years since Ferenczi identified his syndrome, which bears a striking resemblance to what is now called workaholism, it has become the norm, and the Sabbath, the one day in seven dedicated to rest by divine command, has become the holiday Americans are most likely never to take.

It can be startling to realize just how integral the Sabbath once was to American time. When we tell our children stories about the first pilgrims landing on our shores, we talk rather vaguely about their quest for religious freedom. We leave out that this freedom was needed in large part so that the Puritans could obey the Fourth Commandment — ”Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy” — with a zealotry that had deeply alienated their countrymen back home. We all have heard of the Puritan ”blue laws,” named, supposedly, for the color of paper they were printed on. They required attendance at church but punished anyone who got there with unseemly haste or on too showy a horse. They forbade unnecessary visiting, except in emergencies, and smoking and sports. Unlike Orthodox Jews, who though strict about the Sabbath are nonetheless encouraged to drink and have marital sex on Friday night, the ascetic Puritans frowned on any kind of drinking or sex on Sunday. In at least one documented instance, the ”lewd and unseemly behavior” of kissing your wife on your doorstep upon returning home from a journey of three years was punished by a spell in the stocks. From sunset Saturday to sunset Sunday, the most pious Sabbatarians (usually clergymen) wouldn’t shave, have their rooms swept or beds made or allow food to be prepared or dishes washed. They ate only what had been cooked in advance and devoted all time not spent in church to reading Scripture.

Even after Puritanism lost its hold on American culture, the American Sunday was observed with unusual strictness. In 1831, Alexis de Tocqueville observed with some surprise that few Americans were ”permitted to go on a hunt, to dance or even to play an instrument on Sunday.” As recently as 125 years ago, you would have been hard pressed to find a museum or library open on Sunday. Eighty years ago, football was considered too vulgar to be played on Sunday. Oldsters remember standing in line at the bank on Fridays to get cash for the weekend; youngsters assume they can withdraw at will. Anyone older than 30 can remember living with the expectation that most stores would be closed on Sunday; the expectation now is that they will be open, and we’re miffed when they aren’t.

”The Lonely Days Were Sundays” is the title of a book about growing up Jewish in the churchgoing South. The lonely Sunday has been replaced by the overscheduled Sunday — soccer Sunday, Little League Sunday, yoga-class Sunday, catch-up-around-the-house Sunday. Americans still go to church, of course, but only in between chores, sporting events and shopping expeditions. (You can now find A.T.M. machines inside megachurches; congregants don’t have to waste a minute between services and the mall.)

The eclipse of the Sabbath is just one small part of the larger erosion of social time, with its former generally agreed-upon rhythms of labor and repose. ”After hours” has become a strictly personal concept, since the 24-hour convenience store, gas station, pharmacy, supermarket, movie theater, diner, factory and bar all allow us to work, shop, dine and be entertained at any time of day or night. We greet each shift of an activity from weekday to evening or weekend as proof of American cultural superiority; we knock over the barriers between us and the perpetual motion machine that is the marketplace with the glee you might expect of insomniacs who had been chained for too long to their beds.

The lingering traces of Sabbatarianism seem comically vestigial, like the fetal tail: the New York blue law that won’t let you buy beer till after noon on Sunday; Broadway stages that go dark on Sunday nights; work rules requiring us to show up at our offices Monday through Friday, even though many of us do our best work at night or on weekends (and, as you know if you’ve seen the movie ”Office Space,” putting in face time at the office is often a cover for doing less).

Customs exist because they answer a need; when they disappear, that need must be met in some other way. There is ample evidence that our relationship to work is out of whack. Economists, psychologists and sociologists have charted our ballooning work hours; the increase in time devoted to competitive shopping; the commercialization of leisure that turns fun into work and requires military-scale budgeting and logistics and emotionally draining interactions with service personnel. Personally, I think the alarm about these matters is often overblown. Most people, with the possible exception of parents of 13-year-olds, have the wherewithal to avoid the mall if they want to, and anyone who seeks to relax in a theme park or on a packaged tour deserves what he gets. So I won’t weary you with cautionary tales about what our work-addicted culture can do to you, psychologically and physiologically, because, for one thing, it’s completely within your power to hold it at bay, and for another, you don’t want to anyway. Ours is a society that pegs status to overachievement; we can’t help admiring workaholics. Let me argue, instead, on behalf of an institution that has kept workaholism in reasonable check for thousands of years.

Most people mistakenly believe that all you have to do to stop working is not work. The inventors of the Sabbath understood that it was a much more complicated undertaking. You cannot downshift casually and easily, the way you might slip into bed at the end of a long day. As the Cat in the Hat says, ”It is fun to have fun but you have to know how.” This is why the Puritan and Jewish Sabbaths were so exactingly intentional, requiring extensive advance preparation — at the very least a scrubbed house, a full larder and a bath. The rules did not exist to torture the faithful. They were meant to communicate the insight that interrupting the ceaseless round of striving requires a surprisingly strenuous act of will, one that has to be bolstered by habit as well as by social sanction.

Take the Puritan Sunday. It would be excruciating to us, and yet the restrictions were not pointless. They made of the day something rare and otherworldly, a realization of the Puritan vision of a city on the hill. ”Sweet to the Pilgrims and to their descendants was the hush of their calm Saturday night and their still, tranquil Sabbath,” wrote the 19th-century historian Alice Morse Earle, who shared with more famous authors, like Harriet Beecher Stowe and Nathaniel Hawthorne, a qualified nostalgia for the preindustrial Sabbath. ”No work, no play, no idle strolling was known; no sign of human life or motion was seen except the necessary care of the patient cattle and other dumb beasts, the orderly and quiet going to and from the meeting, and at the nooning, a visit to the churchyard to stand by the side of the silent dead.” Anyone who has experienced the eerie serenity of the ultra-Orthodox sections of Jerusalem or Brooklyn on Saturdays would be in a position to conjure a Puritan Sunday.

Sabbath in Jerusalem, 1950 [Wikimedia Commons]

Americans, of course, no longer cherish obedience as a virtue. We have become individualists, even libertarians. We will no longer put up with being told how to dispose of our free time. But our unwillingness to suffer constraint shouldn’t blind us to the possibility that Sabbath discipline may have real benefits. For one thing, it reflects a paradoxical insight: only a Sabbath that you have to work for will appear worth keeping, just as, in psychoanalysis, a patient will value only those sessions for which he pays. Anything gotten for nothing will be treated as such. After all, as in therapy, the good that comes from the Sabbath is mostly intangible. We don’t produce anything when we don’t work. 

So counterintuitive is the idea of organized nonproductivity, given the force and universality of the human urge to make things, that you can’t believe anyone ever managed to lift his head from his workbench or plow long enough to think of it. To the first-century Stoic philosopher Seneca, the Sabbath was absurd, a way for Rome’s backward Jewish subjects to waste ”almost a seventh of their life in inactivity.” But when (or if), perhaps a millennium earlier, the Jews took over an old Mesopotamian day of taboo and transformed it into one of holy rest, they brought into the world not just the Sabbath but something just as precious, and surprisingly closely linked. They invented the idea of social equality.

The Israelite Sabbath institutionalized an astonishing, hitherto undreamed-of notion: that every single creature has the right to rest, not just the rich and the privileged. Covered under the Fourth Commandment are women, slaves, strangers and, improbably, animals. The verse in Deuteronomy that elaborates on this aspect of the Sabbath repeats, twice, that slaves were not to work, as if to drive home what must have been very hard to understand in the ancient world. The Jews were meant to perceive the Sabbath not only as a way to honor God but also as the central vehicle of their liberation theology, a weekly reminder of their escape from their servitude in Egypt.

In other words, we have the Sabbath to thank for labor legislation and for our belief that it is wrong for employers to drive their employees until they drop from exhaustion. So what do we do, today, with this remarkable heritage, which in the last century expanded to a generous two days, rather than just one? Much more than our ancestors could ever have imagined, and much, much less. We relax on the run and, in rare bursts of free time, we recreate. We choose from a dizzying array of leisure options and pursue them with an exemplary degree of professionalism and perfectionism. We rush our children from activity to activity, their days a blur of tight connections.

And yet there are important ways in which even our impressive recreational creativity fails to reproduce the benefits of the Sabbath. Few elective activities will ever rise to a status higher than work in our minds, and therefore cannot be relied upon to counterbalance our neurotic drive to achieve. Most of us will jettison plans to go skiing if a deadline looms near. We will assign a high priority to a non-work-related hobby only if we have committed to it in some public manner, as we do when we join a volleyball team or a choir. (Oddly, one of the few times a parent can truly relax is when lingering on the sidelines of a child’s baseball or soccer game; there is nothing like being forced to be somewhere and do very little for an hour and a half to declench the muscles of the mind.)

And not even our group leisure activities can do for us what Sabbath rituals could once be counted on to do. Religious rituals do not exist simply to promote togetherness. They’re theater. They are designed to convey to us a certain story about who we are without our even quite noticing that they are doing so. (One defining feature of religious rituals, in fact, is that we often perform them for years before we come to understand what they mean; this is why ministers and rabbis are famously unsympathetic when congregants complain that worship services or holiday rites feel meaningless.) The story told by the Sabbath is that of creation: we rest because God rested on the seventh day. What leads from God to humankind is the notion of imitatio Dei: the imitation of God. In other words, we rest in order to honor the divine in us, to remind ourselves that there is more to us than just what we do during the week.

Talk of God may disturb the secular, so they might prefer to frame the Sabbath in the more neutral context of aesthetics. The Sabbath provides two things essential to anyone who wishes to lift himself out of the banality of mercantile culture: time to contemplate and distance from everyday demands. The Sabbath is to the week what the line break is to poetic language. It is the silence that forces you to return to what came before to find its meaning.

After joining that synagogue in Brooklyn, I began to incorporate into my life the most elemental rudiments of a traditional Jewish Sabbath: lighting the candles and eating at home on Friday night; going to religious services on Saturday morning; sleeping or reading or going to a museum in the afternoon. Orthodox Jews will scoff when they read of my subminimal level of observance; my secular friends think I’ve become a fanatic. Sticking to these few rituals, however, is the hardest and least unconscious thing I’ve ever done. I fail to keep the Sabbath more than I succeed, probably because I started trying to do it not as a result of some redemptive revelation, such as might occur to a character in a Russian novel, but experimentally, out of curiosity, and in a social vacuum — by myself, rather than in a group or family setting. I didn’t know how else to attain the self-possession that eluded me, the sense of owing nothing to anybody except perhaps God. The conventional weekend felt claustrophobic. Silent, solitary contemplation was not sustainable. The ceremonies performed by my ancestors for the past two millenniums had at least the virtue of having been previously tested and found to be effective.

Do I think everyone else should observe a Sabbath? I believe it would be good for them, and even better for me, since the more widespread the ritual, the more likely I am to observe it. It is much easier to keep the Sabbath, for instance, when your family does, too, though getting children to agree to do anything their friends don’t do may prove insurmountable. (The greatest benefit of this may be that it makes a habit of unstructured family intimacy, without which parents must resort to so-called quality time, which tends to leave everyone feeling self-conscious.)

For hundreds of years it was firmly believed that only a Sabbath enforced through social legislation would keep society from sliding into a kind of unwitting slavery, protecting the vulnerable from the powerful and quashing the punitive obsessive-compulsive who lurks within us all. One of the bitterest public policy debates in 19th-century America, in fact, was over whether offering postal service and opening public institutions on Sundays would harm our national character and lead directly to barbarism.

If the Sabbath you choose to observe isn’t a religious one, you should nonetheless be religiously disciplined in your approach to it, observing it every week, not just when it’s convenient. I confess, though, that I have a hard time imagining a Sabbath divorced from religion: who would make the effort to honor the godly part of himself if he didn’t believe in a deity, no matter how ecumenical? It’s just as difficult to envision the Sabbath surviving the current speeding-up of everything without some generally enforced slowdown. The great religions lasted as long as they did because they were able to make their rituals part of everyone’s life.

But social legislation mandating Sunday (or Saturday) closings is no longer viable. Besides, it seems arrogant to tell someone what keeping the Sabbath would do for him, because it’s impossible to know how a ritual will affect a person until he has performed it. ”Holy days, rituals, liturgies — all are like musical notations which, in themselves, cannot convey the nuances and textures of live performance,” the historian Yosef Hayim Yerushalmi has written.

Whenever I dream of living in a society with a greater respect for its Sabbatarian past — a fantasy I entertain only with anxiety, since Sabbatarians have a long history of going too far — I think of something two rabbis said. Rabbi Judah Loew of Prague, best known for his tales of the golem, pointed out that the story of Creation was written in such a way that each day, each new creation, is seen as a step toward a completion that occurred on the Sabbath. What was Creation’s climactic culmination? The act of stopping. Why should God have considered it so important to stop? Rabbi Elijah of Vilna put it this way: God stopped to show us that what we create becomes meaningful to us only once we stop creating it and start to think about why we did so. The implication is clear. We could let the world wind us up and set us to marching, like mechanical dolls that go and go until they fall over, because they don’t have a mechanism that allows them to pause. But that would make us less than human. We have to remember to stop because we have to stop to remember.


Nice article, to which I would add as a caveat:

“My Father worketh hitherto, and I work.” [John 5:17]

Redeeming the time, because the days are evil. [Eph 5:16]

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Yom Teruah (Trumpets): The Day That No Man Knows

No man knoweth the day or hour … but we DO know that it will be one of two days on which the new moon first appears to herald the Feast of Trumpets — the “Day that no man knows”.

Some say this is a once-in-human-history astronomical alignment. Professor Christopher M. Graney counters it has occurred four times in the past one thousand years.

What we need is someone to do a astronomical observation of not just Revelation 12:1-2 but combined with verses 6-12 also. As many have rightly said, “where is the dragon?”.

The Heavens Declare has, with a slightly different slant, done just that. There are also YouTube videos that have attempted it, but unsatisfactorily to my mind.

At God in a Nutshell, they claim that:

It turns out that there’s something hiding in Virgo, which is being censored by Skymap, partially censored by Google Sky, but perhaps unintentionally left buried (and uncensored) in an old nasa.gov archive.

I don’t know about that. It’s one thing to be able to discern the sky and the mazzaroth (astronomical constellations); it’s entirely something else to start seeing the sketched face of a dragon with gnarly teeth on Infrared Astronomical Satellite.

What I do know is that the “Day that No Man Knows” is obviously another Messianic veiled reference to his return,rather than the long-held view of a prohibition against date setting.

Time for children of the light to act accordingly and overcome the darkness of this world. That means you.


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Featured Image: Our day in the light of prophecy and providence (1921), Spicer, William Ambrose [Wikimedia Commons]