I WAS TEMPTED
to go for literal. But all the railways tracks I found reached bends before infinity, so the convergence was curvaceous and I never did find out if parallel lines meet. ‘Twas ever thus …
SO HERE’S A
wee challenge for you: what is it?
(A clue for the literal, nothing fishy about it at all.)
I was in Gore today with The Spouse and we allowed ourselves a genuine New Zealand doughnut. They are hard to find these days, almost as extinct as the genuine NZ burger which used to be made to a format infinitely superior to any American or British product I’ve ever found.
Like I’ve said before (often) superior quality cannot stand up against mass indoctrination and repeated propaganda. Anyway, what we were looking at in the snap above is simply the reflection of this thing, a Gore icon—
—which ties in nicely with the esoteric “As above, so below” (whatever that means). Perspective, you see—it all depends on how you look at things. Like the next snap, also taken in Gore. This ties in with last week’s ‘abandoned’ theme too.
Or not, only half of this old church is abandoned by the masses. It looks as if the sanctity is gone (even the wee crossey thing is missing from the peak of the steeple) and fallen into unloved disrepair whilst the other half has been renovated and now appears to be serving as a wee private home.
DOES GOD DELIGHT
to see parts of His holey house being recycled for mundane purposes? Even if He is thrown out into the cold Himself? Or is some kind of embittered schadenfreudian envy invoked, does He sit silently in the ex-sacristy chewing His beard and muttering about the divine wrath to come?
SO WHAT do we think is His perspective on recycling, then? Don’t ask me—on the eve of the anniversary of the First World War I’m all atwitch to see what He might be planning for His fireworks to come. Being able to see the future (He should be—He scripted it before the Creation, don’t forget) is He getting in the popcorn and comfy cushions for the viewing?
Why worry … from His perspective all future is history anyway, just ties on an infinite railroad track fading into a vanishing point that isn’t. Yet.