Memento mori

I dreamt that I was trying to find some proof of the Incarnation in my mind. I was standing on a wide, open plain in my dream. The truth I was sure was behind a barrier just before me, made of earth, but not very high. But every time I dug away a bit of this earthen barrier with a piece of beguiling glass on the top, it seemed to replace itself.

I never did get to the truth. Perhaps it is time to sign off Another Country for the Christmas holidays and I might discover the truth when refreshed!

My son has brought home for lunch during the holidays a skull he is supposed to model from for his art class. Somehow having a human skull in the house puts everything into perspective. MEMENTO MORI – why worry about the present?