Wednesday May 3rd 2017Tim
in the Cedar and they are also partial to Strawberry,
along with Thrashers, Field Sparrow Mockingbirds and
Mouse. For those who keep track of these things, the
Scary Compost Pile is cooling, and needs to be turned.
The Compost Pile formerly known as Isis, is home to some
kind of varmint, fortunately quite small, long tailed
and reclusive. Otherwise it's one of those days when the
weather is only soured by the certain knowledge that our
political class are dangerous lunatics hell bent on
recreating a fourth circle of hell here on earth. Mind
you Dante's poem is one of those interpretative efforts
best left to the scrabble players in the common rooms of
men and women who hide like monks from paupers, their
reality seen through chiffon, while humble gardeners
tend their roses.
But it's like
this. You got Limbo, pretty wishy-washy feeble place to be.
Then you got Lust, a place you can still reckon on time
teaching a lesson, broken hearts and forgiveness perhaps.
Then you got Gluttony, where you can't help yourself, it's
like over-feeding on the sacrifices of others. The fourth
circle of hell is greed, a battle between the miserly and
the profligate, here indulgence becomes a selfish appetite,
it conjoins into an opposition that rages and feeds upon
itself, becomes hungry for the conflict, sees proof in
victory rather than good sense and tells lies when it loses.
In some ways the fourth circle of hell is that moment when
the button is pushed and after that you fall through the
trapdoor into the nether regions of hell where you are
definitely poked with sticks and made to spend eternity
wishing you'd behaved otherwise and all you can do is gnash
your teeth and wail, unless you're a billionaire who can pay
someone under the counter to gnash and wail for you.
The good news, there's a preacher, Kenton Beshore, in
California who predicts a Rapture in 2021, so we commoners
have got that to look forward to.