Happy Christmas!

I have been picking mushrooms.
And pushing wheelchairs.
And eating.

Hope all well.

Was looking at a war memorial and thinking:

If I decide to fight for our empire against their empire, I'll just meet and destroy myself coming in the opposite direction.

"The general fact is simple. Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion.. ..The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits."
-G.K.Chesterton