These days

Keep the faith. Let not your heart be troubled.

Remember the Lord bade Solomon be king to pave the way for David.

See, every tyrant falls.

In the meantime, all we can do ourselves, is "Fight the good fight," as my dearly departed old man used to always say.

Share the light and love the truth.

And enjoy life.

Now I'm going to have my last Underberg, (nice to find them now in our local liquor store), open another beer, and reread the poem Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley:

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.