There is a greater darkness than the one we fight.
It is the darkness of the soul that has lost its way.
The war we fight is not against powers and principalities,
it is against chaos and despair.
Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope,
the death of dreams.
Against this peril we can never surrender.
The future is all around us,
waiting in moments of transition,
to be born in moments of revelation.
No one knows the shape of that future,
or where it will take us.
We know only that it is always born in pain.
Zathras!
Everyone always coming to Zathras with problems. Great responsibilities. But Zathras does not mind. Zathras trained in crisis management. But only Zathras have no one to talk to. No one manages poor Zathras, you see. So Zathras talks to dirt. Sometimes talks to walls, or talks to ceilings. But dirt is closer. Dirt is used, through everyone walking on it. Just like Zathras, but we’ve come to like it. It is our role. It is our destiny in the universe.
It’s showtime!
Today has been this sort of day
Forced perspective
The pig has passed
The pig is no more. We’ve taken the hard decision to put her to sleep. Between the anemia and the potential nasal tumour, things were not going to improve, and she was starting to sneeze huge clots of congealed blood, while having a persistent nose bleed. She passed quietly, while her human was whispering nothings of encouragement in her ear.
Meeeellllllting
I tried to take the chonk out for a walk to the post office. He didn’t really want to, so he melted into the sofa to protest.
Splatter
It’s a hard life
The vet was asking us if the chonk is sleeping well, or has nightmares. As you can see, the chonk is stressed out of his mind with anxiety….