momebie

Several of you were concerned about yesterday. How did it go? Did it end up better than you thought it would? I didn't think I was going to get anything written yesterday myself, but I managed to in the end. My final sentence was: This is the stray. It's thankfully not about pizza. Though the 'stray' is eating a slice of pizza at the time it's said. They are eating it after all. I'm glad. I went to a lot of trouble getting it for them.

Today's photo seems to embody a small amount of belief to me. Belief in science and the future and the world to come. Will we meet it with open arms, marked as members of the past? Will there be a dramatic shift in Being? Only time will tell. For now, let's just tell what we can.