Just a late thought.

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My days and nights are spinning.  Yeah, well, they will be righted sooner or later.  Doing a bit of exploring and...  I had thought, perhaps, that others only suspected.  Now I am almost sure some of the watchers not only know, they are... trying to put out some of the information.  Not those Watchers, but people who see.  Like weening a child, it isn't done all at once.  A little of this, a little of that, until the time is ripe.  Time though.  Tick-tock.  This is soft food.  Very soft.



I, or whomever it is I see, is not alone.  But then I knew that.  Friends, allies really, and enemies.  Far more enemies, as the jackals to the lion.  Miracles will be performed.  Most of them will never be seen or known by most .  So it has always been with war, but wars have never been quite like this.  Just the hunters and prey will know.  In the end, for most of those involved, it will not matter save that... resistance to what Christ taught against will have been kept to the end, or the opposite.

Futile, but... not.  Worth the price for... the lambs.  I wish you could see some of it.  I am glad that you cannot see all of it.  The vid offers some clues.  Oh?  How does a dead man fight?  How indeed does a dead man live?  But, that isn't it.  If they are right, and there is no God, then they will win.  God is the only algorithm that they can't beat.  The rest of us, mostly, will go down.  Sparing what we can as we can of the gentle and good.  Snot nosed kids... will be spared by the blood of... those perhaps who deserve to die, and angels.  Sometimes.  Those brats can bring out the best, at a cost.  He made them that way.  He made us that way.

Time.  What time is it?  And, do you know where you are?  Really?  I think I would, from what I have seen, much rather be lost in being found than were I am.  Gladly, you know better.  Keep it that way, probably.  If you can.  While you can.