A conversation with friends today about events rushing, gushing out. Difficult to keep up with all of it, much less keep one’s wits as we contemplate them. Too much, too overwhelming. Too sad. Too horrific. Too maddening. Sigh… Q predicted it. The Avalanche. A “D5.” Red October. It’s all there in Q’s esoteric writings, the… Continue reading Where to begin?
Because I have so many words…