Everyone needs a suit because weddings, funerals, New Year’s Eve, and jury duty exist. Usually you get something charcoal or blue, leave it in your closet for two decades, wear it twice a year, and you’re done with it. That is not the end of suits.

Two things can be true at once with suits. They are, in fact, one of the final vestiges of our dying world, failing to exist in right relationship to the energies that we will be calling in to move forward. They are also a flex, and sometimes we just need the flex, don’t we? Sometimes the flex is required, isn’t it? The death of the old world is slow, uneven, and messy, and so therefore the suit.