Hi gang. Hope everyone is holding up on this terrible day. Grey windy rain. My grandma would say "...when it rains it means the Angels are crying". Tears an ocean of tears for our world as it is.
I listened to the wind. The last of the storm rattling my windows. The traffic outside the spin on the TV. I looked a little at the online static of this murderous day. It's what you'd expect. Most in horror some celebrating, and deluded conspiracies seasoned throughout.
I mostly today just sat. Was quiet. Not angry. Sad, but a different kind of sorrow. A deep one with dread.
We are at the edge of the Pitt.
Grim talk, but here we are.
Is it naïve to hope, and say we should pull back?
Stand fast my friends.
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"That is the rough outline of the more and more jumbled movie on the screen before us. Mind near exhaustion still makes its final futile movement towards that 'way out or round or through the impasse'.
ReplyDeleteThat is the utmost now that mind can do. And this, its last expiring thrust, is to demonstrate that the door closes upon us for evermore.
There is no way out, or round or through."
H. G. Wells, "Mind At The End Of Its Tether"
We enter yet another era of darkness.
ReplyDeleteA few thoughtful good, and kind people will survive.
A very few.
They will begin again our journey to the light.