In the noise and tumult, out among the glory and violence, fire and smoke on the hallowed war plain where wages the epic battle that will, in blood and power, decide the doom or victory of all life, every soul and heart, evil and good, you have looked down and noticed that your shoe is untied. What you do at this point will define the pivotal moment in all history, turn the tide of fate. Somewhere high above, far away past the skies where winged warriors clash in fear, hope and rage, gods look down from their own holy struggles to see how it will go. Your shoe is untied at the crux of cosmic destiny. Your heart beats once in your ears like thunder. Time holds its breath at you. Your shoe is untied. Choose wisely.
Hello, friends. I like to believe you’re well. I hope it’s true, in the end.
Later. Love.
