Day Two Hundred Fifty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

There is something about mountain tops. One wants to linger there, and is reluctant to descend into the valleys below. (I can understand that fellow’s desire to put up tents for the Ancient of Days and Elijah and their companions on that peak in the desert a few days ago). Just like that time came to an end so must this one. But not today in any event.

Timing is everything. Elijah tells me that circumstances are not yet ripe for our next foray. Which news is alright by me. I am content to linger – with the caveat that I not look backward, but forward.