Like the drift o' this one... good to see what the Nebraska wilds are like these days...

On a related tone, and unhinging numerology...

666 = ze beasty # right?

6+6+6 = 18

1+8 = 9

9 = divine, right?

Seems like it's all just a matter o' how the coin lands, turns the hand o' God into the one holding Cerebus' leash much too easily. After all, back in the day, before Mr. Lucid Morning Star started headlining St. Peter's and became a star of the sermons, Satans were common... if you're willing to play with the old linguistics... naught but angels serving as adversaries to us naughty monkeys on the instructions of the haloed CEO.

Oceania has always been at war with Eurasia, and the end of the world is always right around the corner... personally I'd prefer to play with the fey, but they've packed up their bags and moved into my imagination. Perhaps we need a few more gods around - consider how easy it was for the Greeks to play Zeus off on Hera instead of catching lightning bolts, and Terra was a magical place back then...

Still is, acktually... we're just not allowed to notice anymore.

& apologies if this is a bit of a hijack - please consider it a complement that you sent a spent mind spinning into inspiration on the love of your language and style alone... danke, and please, mum, can we have some moar?