Crucible is meant to be a record, a testament to a horrifying time in our history when some of the deepest ills of our society surfaced, laying bare social, political and economic divisions that continue to threaten our union and fragile democracy, a threat compounded by a deadly, insatiable virus and a president who was hell-bent on destroying the American experiment. Any doubt that this was the intention of the outgoing president and his enablers in Congress was put to rest when the president contested the results of the November election and then attempted to subvert the democratic process by fomenting insurrection as the electoral votes were being certified in the nation’s capitol on January sixth of the new year. As much as we would like to forget 2020, to seal its trauma and madness in the history books, there is something to be said for remembering how we were tested by this horrific year, this indelible mark in our collective psyches. As the prominently displayed Roman Numerals for 2020 on the dark metallic outline of the United States set against a grid of gyrating compass plots in Crucible suggests, we as a nation are not above losing our way and falling into the dark abyss of history. There will be many difficult days ahead for our country, but I am cautiously optimistic about our future. As of this writing our democracy, while in tatters, seems to have prevailed. I believe that we will eventually overcome our worst fears and self-destructive tendencies and rediscover the decency that will reunify us as a democratic nation. Crucible would have us remember this year as a time when the soul of America was tempered by fire.