#44.5, Weds., May 10, 2023

Historical setting: 602 C.E. Woods near Chalôns          Through darkness, I’m prodded on by the bishops’ guards. It seems one of those ancient skews of justice in response to an unwelcome message is to kill the messenger. Ancient people did it. It was probably born in the wilds before the human imagination could fathom reason.Continue reading “#44.5, Weds., May 10, 2023”