Glitter and Bone

I am simple and I am happy.

There seems to be a flavor, a common thread that rouge voices whisper to us. End the lives of others, end the life of yourself. This narrative is proof to me of movement behind the curtain, of many bodies working in unison to bend and break a holy thing. And if the narrative to this dark campaign is to die then the holy thing is to live.

Preschool theological building blocks, I know. 🤭

The unholy hand is shown by perhaps looking beyond clinical designations and chemical imbalances. But to most folk that is simply a gateway drug to nymphs, Odin and sea dragons. I have begun to ramble.

The longer I go without hearing a language, the better I think I speak it.

I cannot babysit every Théoden from every Wormtongue.

Once you’ve tasted the air in burning witches, one is hesitant to stop hunting just because you’ve run out of them.

My Creator is not repeating the same chapter in telling his story. Chapter one is followed by chapter two. The audience matures with the story. What is expected of us in the Garden is not what is expected of us in the Moses times. What is expected of us in the Moses times is not what it expected of us in the Jesus times. What is expected of us today has probably also evolved. To what quantifiable degree, I’m not sure as I’m not a doctor.