Here are some trees and some road and some sun, from a few days ago. The daily tree is among them.
Arthur had more problems with the boat rail while I was at work. Big problems. Our second repair to the bottom-end pulley failed much more catastrophically than the first – the boat is okay, Arthur is okay, but we have some work ahead of us.
More later.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 8hr]
Day: September 30, 2020
Caveat: bowing before the land like heretics
If I Were Called In To Construct And I should raise in the east A glass of water LARKIN If I were called in to construct a religion I would start with opposition. Pick an established faith, like Larkin's Water, and attack it as insufficiently aquatic. I would bewail the drowned and blame Larkin; and gather an army and make war upon the Larkinians, kill them, seize their Larkwives and their Larkine. I would establish the Holy Romarine Empire, crown my good with brotherhood from land to shingly land. Scorch my enemies and parch my friends. After that comes expansion, missionaries, elaborate ritual, green-and-purple robes, High Holy Days to mark the fullest tides. Then a long period of decline as theologians bicker over increasingly crumbling minutiae and ordinary people live by a calcified version of the once flowing spirit (stalactites, coral, ice) when I will walk the beach, with all the stiffness of age — as the breakers come and keep coming bowing before the land like heretics — and contemplate Mystery, salt and unsustaining. - Adam Roberts (British author and poet, b. 1965)