Yes, right.

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High summer can do that.  I forgot.  While feeling splendid, my mind drifted.  A sort of slumber creeps in.  It allows me to forget what I face.  As above, so below, and lower still if you might not believe it.  Here less than on high... or lessor.  Below us, even lessor.  Hell is a mess, if Detroit is becoming every city.  I... have seen down there.  Sent to look at what was happening.  More like Detroit, before they started clearing blight, but with mixed ages... the burbs and smaller cities anyway.  Building from nearly the stoneages mixed with modern skyscrapers, nothing quite fits or works, but it remains standing, mostly.

I don't know if hell will rise this time or next.  It gets one shot at it.  Man will choose the time.  An agent of God, for good or ill, will assist.  The elect will judge that one.  Demons seem to be on the move, rising, or going to staging areas to rise.  Whether I think it is time, or not, they do.  That is why I was sent.  To look.  All were gathering in the cities, the rural and burbs I saw were... mostly... devoid of denizens.  Mostly.  There were a few... terrible things.  I only sensed them.  Too hateful for even the army of hell, if not interested in much, even me?  Or just unaware, snuggled so deeply into their quilt of hate they couldn't or wouldn't see.

Many men are surrendering to the darkness.  They are embracing it.  As things go one way, they go the other way, if not always in wisdom's council.  If everyone is everyone's enemy, then there is no room for friends of even a slight variance.  Of course, that will mean you are all alone, each of you.  Not even family will count, be cautious.  Choose wisely.  Me?  I am less an actor than a will.  Given no choice, I will do, but that is different from acting.

Someone reminded me.  Even my kin... aren't my friends.  But they aren't friends, even to each other.  Dog versus dog, if I will offer some another option?  I... think so.  Only one can truly know enough to choose to be a friend, ally, of mine, or not.  I have to hope those who claim his council will see as well.  Can't count on it, in these times.  Then again, it doesn't matter in a fleshly way.  That part of my life is, pretty much, done.  This life has been over for decades.  If that isn't what troubles.

Yeah, reminders... from my own thoughts.  Thanks.  It is... good to be awaken, reminded.

Another echo... reminder?  Oh... I... remember.  Now.