Day One Hundred Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Per Lyle, yesterday’s inquisitors made it plain that the eldest member of any group had to make the petition for admittance.

Thus I found myself designated to appear on our behalf at this new gatehouse this morning.

I was calm before the gatekeepers, and answered all the questions they posed. Their demeanors were courteous and efficient, but enigmatic. And they asked the oddest questions. Nothing about occupation, what we could do for them, and nothing about where we come from.

I view it now as their attempt to classify us as to our beliefs.

I thought that all who are headed here, are here because they do believe, and have been called.

Whatever I said we are now in.