Absurd

It's an age of absurdity, in abundance, when one can so easily begin to question one's sanity. The competing narratives, doublespeak, manipulation, outright lies, capitulation and isolation coalescence into the strangest age I've ever known.

Granted, I'm older than some and younger than others, but can see the diabolical in the division and deception at play. And I don't write this by staking all in one camp, or faction. Where do I stand? I stand at the foot of the cross, with Our Lady and the beloved disciple.

I stand off at a distance, knowing that it's all strange, shocking and indecipherable, but also that in a final estimation, it will also be meaningless. Tend your garden, my old brother always told me, and I understand and appreciate it now more than ever. Now that we have our children, our patch of the earth to call home.

I wish you were alive to see it, brother. To sit on this verandah with me, so we could talk, and laugh whilst I watch the smoke from your cigarette trace its way around us. The kids playing, off in the distance. You, solemn, but at peace somehow. Mostly.