Up before the dark noon.

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Sleep was good.  Dreams of past darkness of existence before I knew better.  Before I could understand, even as weakly as I do now, God, life was so different.  Without sin, there wasn't virtue.  Those were just amoral spiritual appetizers... things to be sampled in life, to develop tastes.  Good, evil?  No, just tastes.

It was my growing awareness of true evil that started the questions.  There are two Hellfire clubs.  The one of men and giants, if it has two main schools... and the one of demons.  Demons have to try to lead astray, lie... even to themselves and each other, and must attempt to be evil at every turn.  They are damned, with no way back, so blasphemy is their only remaining succor.  Stuck, in evil, with no way out.

The Hellfire club of nephilum and men is different.  There is still choice, option.  The two schools consist of those who worship demons, and so try to choose evil at every turn.  The others, the school to which I was party, know better than to believe in demons, but are blind to God.  We felt no obligation to good or evil... tastes, as I mentioned.

These, usually, are who rule much of the world.  It used to be that they were kept in check by regular people, the family, church, and each other.  I don't know what has driven them to become so bold... outright genetic genocide and the politics leading to it, openly.  Open, public, shameless infanticide.  Wealth theft and redistribution as destruction of wealth, using the indoctrinated wealthy as their spearheads.  Warren may well live to regret his crony capitalism.  I still don't believe this is necessarily the end, just the end and beginning of another age.  Can that end be averted?  I... have my doubts, but for as little as God does, it's His game.  If men choose His wisdom, return to it?  All is possible in God.  Yes, all that and more in the dream.

Dishes were drained.  Those needing washed were given a quick scrub and rinse.  They still need another wash.  The others were simply drained and set out.  A shower and shave shortly.  I do believe I'll fold and put up laundry yet this morning.  So, after showering, I will put another load through.  That will leave a load of whites and a load of synthetics, having washed four loads if only because blankets took a lot more space than anticipated.

Breakfast?  Maybe.  A small portion of chia cereal and a fatted tea.  A lot of fluid was voided, lungs are better if still wet.  As such, watching intakes and exertion is still part of the program.  Folding clothes, and one load through, with the dishes, showering, and shaving is a bit tight.  If I do things in small batches... sort of need to keep going.

Well, on to waking.  Later.