Turning and turning in the widening gyre | The falcon cannot hear the falconer | Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold | Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world | The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere | The ceremony of innocence is drowned | The best lack all conviction, while the worst | Are full of passionate intensity. — W.B. Yeats, The Second Coming
On a short holiday
As I said before, there is no rest for the wicked, so I am only on a holiday from wordpress. When this post vanishes and is replaced by a new post…then I will of course be back.