Day One Thousand Eighty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The way I saw it, we had two choices. We either had to swing farther east and retrace the route of our original escape, or go straight in and allow ourselves to be taken, we would hope, to the Supreme Commander.

Our concern for Mei naturally predisposed us to the first option. But Mei herself thought the latter to be the best overall option. And since her part in the mission had been fulfilled in the matter of Lung she was willing to separate from us and allow us to go in and make contact.

We turned to Elijah for any revelation he could share.

But what he had to say was rendered moot when an army unit surrounded us.

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Choose Your Eternity

A point of view
Is just a view from a point
From where you sit or think
You taste the words
And tailor your response
To see you through thin or thick

But are you aware
We are all eternal
And into eternity
We all will go?

(Not into nothing
Will we dissolve
No matter how much
We may resolve)

All eternities are not equal
One is forthright peaceful
One is downright lethal

One eternity is a gain forever
In a light and love-filled place
One eternity is a loss forever
In a dark and burning space

What we do
When we are confronted
With news too good to be true
Listen and don’t be talking
When the good news comes walking

By the cross
You gain gain
And lose loss
(It’s what you get to lose)
You see it not
Till after you choose

We choose
Before you know
You were chosen
To belong.

We choose
And then learn
We were chosen
All along.

RWOz2

Day Ninety Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Discovered a citizen of the village today. In the third dwelling we checked. An elderly woman. She confirmed to us that she is the sole remaining tenant here.  She knows little beyond

A month ago people were moving in both directions. Everyone was trying to convince her to come with them. She felt that they all had convincing arguments. For both choices. And that’s what confused her – she couldn’t make up her mind and by default decided to stay put.

Lyle has been talking with her all day to persuade her to come with us.

To no avail. She won’t budge. She believes she’s too old for any new adventures.

On the plus side we’ve traded for foodstuffs with her.

Day Twelve #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Slept in this morning. Was more tired than I thought, and it being overcast helped with the shut eye.

I’ve narrowed my choices down to three and tried to mull through the pros and cons over breakfast. My desired option would be to return the way I came, but I know that will never get a confirmation. So scratch one, leaving two.

The distant hills look inviting aesthetically speaking. I’m not quite sure that my wilderness skills would be up to it, so I would definitely need a confirmation before opting for it.

Still two choices. Can I eliminate the last option, to settle on one?

Late in the day I remembered a name, Lyle the pigeon boy. But why?