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     In this stream of unconsciousness, like swimming fish, the occasional thought will rise to the surface and, perhaps, be caught in the net. It can then be observed and considered as it slowly decays.

     Those earliest thoughts, from a primordial time, have been gathered together and are nicely displayed, like pinned lepidoptera in a glass cabinet, under the striking heading of the Old Testament  . . .

     Some more recent thoughts can be found carefully transcribed in the New Testament  . . .

     As time crawls slowly forwards nothing changes - forgive and forget or pass through the desert and wasteland once more - this is the crisis I knew had to come and the tablets are written  on the door  . . .  Passover.

        . . .  let us hope that we do not ever find the truth or need to journey on as far as the Transfiguration or even, God forbid, to the Revelation of St John the Divine. The many headed dragon is always here, watching, waiting, raising up, ready to strike - chant the mantra, say a prayer and take shelter from this destruction.

     Take care.