Post Narcissism

Bible sales are up 20% in the USA so far this year.

Christmas can be one jingle-bell all by itself, or two, or a whole family of jingle bells.

People in black clothes are standing on a dark corner at night, singing Christmas carols. What do they think could possibly happen to them? What do they think, want, need, hope for out of standing on a dark corner at night dressed in black?

Descend. Really descend.

What does it really mean to descend?

It means finding yourself one night standing alone in a junkyard surrounded by enormous piles of previously owned, now crushed Tesla cars that have been renamed, Musks.

This isn’t a bite-size dream you’re having, it’s the real thing, a huge masterpiece of a dream painted by someone as great as as the paintings Rubens or Goya painted for the King and Queen, passed down by generation after generation of the royal family to finally wind up in the national museum.

Close your eyes and it’s yours, the big beautiful painting of your dreams. But when the time comes you say, “I can’t accept this painting, it’s too big, I can’t fit it in my car.”