In the day of the coming age, you will speak from the abyss of your breath. It will rain on that great day. The earth will rotate and even orbit the sun. Woe will be ye when the atmosphere surrounds thee. Clouds shall gather in distant places, and then they shall pass, revealing a newness of skyly color. Dogs will bark at the mystery of sound. You will eat, as will they, in a place of public gathering, and you all will pay for your gluttony. The fires in the heart of your chariot shall burn hot, ignited by your key. Night will fall, and the darkness of night will become littered with light, similarly as it had. Things will drop, and even break, in this strange new world.
12 Sunday Feb 2012