101 Today

One hundred days.

Less than the twitch of an eyelid in historical time. Can it matter what has been achieved by a leader and his ministers in such a space - unless they be on war footing, or likewise time of crisis?
Maybe it is but one of your mortal jests to take a reckoning after such a momentary spell.

Come back with news of a period nearer to one thousand years and I may listen.

Take care until tomorrow.

Food of the Gods?

One of the females I visit for a little of that mortal dalliance the gods desire, tells me of the pleasure to be found in chocolate. This seems but a poor use of our time together but I try to attend with courtesy to her tales.

Apparently she is to take part in a Tasting Panel where various chocolate recipes will be compared and she seems to value this opportunity almost above my own presence.

My impatience with this nonsense soon causes me to take my lady in hand, I hope to the greater pleasure of us both.

Take care until tomorrow.

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

Do the gods dream, when dreaming implies sleep?

Do the gods sleep, when sleep implies loss of consciousness?

Even Pan at his drunken wildest was never seen to be unconscious, so it seems that dreaming is indeed beyond us.

But what matter when we can bring life to any thought we have?

Dreamtime must surely be the poor attempt of mortals to ape their gods.

What sense of loss must every morning bring.

Sleep well poor souls, until tomorrow.

Influenza

I see that the mother of the lesser godlet currently on study leave (or should that be: currently pursuing young females?) down on earth may not have been mistaken to worry about his health after all.

Swine flu seems an unnecessarily brutish name for a disease afflicting the human being, but we are keeping ourselves aware of the virus's progress across the globe lest we need to offer protection to our chosen ones at any stage.

Try to take care until tomorrow.

The Studies of the Minor Godlet

After checking out the options our minor godlet has placed himself on an EngLit course - other students and faculty of course believing he has been there from the start, as is our knack.

The first of his set books is the weighty quasi-historical sf fantasy 1610: A Sundial in a Grave by Mary Gentle.

[A renowned swordsman/spy has to run for his life from France, collecting on the way a brilliant young French duellist and a shipwrecked Japanese warrior. Arriving in England he finds himself unwillingly recruited into a plot to Save the Future of the World. There are plenty of sword fights and lots of historical detail giving the real feel of 1610, but the plot is almost superfluous to the age old story of Boy meets Girl, boy Loses girl, Boy Wins Girl Back.]

Our godlet reports that the end of the book is sufficiently heart-wrenching that many tears were shed by the female readers - giving him an ideal opportunity to offer a handkerchief and a supportive manly shoulder. And for what other reason would he be there of course?

Until tomorrow.

Lenin eat your heart out.

Another plus point about being a member of the god squad of course is that there are no financial crises up here - we just don't use the stuff: ambrosia on tap, all the togas you need, always a fluffy cloud to recline on when there's reclining to be done; what's to want?

Who would have thought that heaven would be the ultimate communist state?

Take care until tomorrow.

Party Time

One of the many advantages to being a god is that we get to search through time past (not so much into time future) for anything we want to take a closer look at.

With a bit of effort we can live it too, really be there. That's pretty good for those times when we want to drop into some serious feasting, or strut our stuff through a major orgy. It has to be said that you guys seem to have lost your way a bit lately, there just aren't the same big parties around these days.

We look down and see the same amount of drinking going on, but in separate groups. And instead of merriment there's fighting, and such despoiling of the public areas as would never have been permitted in the past.

Let's raise a cup for better times tomorrow.

Mondays - what's the problem?

You probably won't believe this, but even up here we sometimes get that Monday Morning feeling. It drifts up to us like the smell of yesterday's curried broccoli, fuelled by the misery of all you Monday moaners down there.

As soon as one of us realises what's happening we break out the happy juice and crowd round to see who can cause the biggest, most misery-inducing event - car through muddy puddle splashes bus queue; rush hour trains cancelled by ticket collectors' strike; dog with gastric upset ruins executive shoes - you get the idea.

So when you begin to think things are so bad that the whole world must be out to get you, you may not be so far out - just look a little higher up!

If I were you I'd really go back to bed until tomorrow.

Gaudeamus Igitur?

It is long known that those of us in this place do on occasion make visit with the mortals below, which sport is apt to amuse.

One of the lesser godlets has booked passage for tomorrow, and his mother worries and sorrows as though he were like to catch a Mortal illness on his travels.

It seems his intent to join a place of study and mix with the youth of the place, no doubt hoping to impress with his agility of thought.

We will watch his progress with some interest.

Take care until tomorow.

and the dish ran away with the spoon.

I see there's a new style of greenhouse, specially designed for use on the moon. It's a while since you visited, but the old place is still there waiting for you.

Don't take too long now - it already seems like half of forever waiting for you to get the game onto the next level.

Until tomorrow?

Cathedrals Old & New

Since the Beginning many skills and resources have been devoted to enclosing huge spaces on earth 'to the greater glory of God' and many indeed are the pilgrims who have made their way to these holy sites.

It seems that in the current age the greatest buildings are constructed rather 'to the greater glory of Man' without a thought of god, but I see that still the pilgrims come.

Take care until tomorrow.

A Beetle Reaches its Conclusion

Today I watched a beetle in the basement of a house.

It was a dusty place, and someone sweeping made it seem more so. As I watched, a cloud of dust engulfed the beetle as it crawled across the floor.

The beetle was all for continuing to some quiet spot where it might begin to clean itself. But the sweeper, seeing what had occurred, thought to assist by dousing the beetle with a flood of water in hopes of washing the dust more instantly away.

The unfortunate effect however, was that the beetle became incorporated into a water drop and more or less promptly drowned.

How easy it is for our best intentions to lead us astray.

Take care until tomorrow.

Feasting or Fasting?

I see many of you feasting today, to celebrate one of your religious festivals.

I see many others fasting today, as they do every day, being without the means to find food.

How can I help you see that there is still enough for all, if only it were shared equally?

Let us consider this until tomorrow.

Not so Good?

Here are two questions for today:

Would you watch your child being tortured to death and do nothing because you thought the torturers would be better people afterwards?

No?

.... I wonder why so many people think I would have done.

For Those at Sea

I see some who live by oceans have thought to waylay passing ships and make demands for money.

If no lives are lost can this be wrong?

Surely those who own the ships have so much more than those ashore can even dream of, yet show no willingness to share their wealth unasked.

Perhaps the law should ask a tithe from all who sail, to gift to those they pass ashore.

Take care until tomorrow.

Consequences.

Things didn't go so well today.

Usually I can smooooth out a wrinkle in the ground as easy as pie. But this time I lost control for an instant - and it was too late.

Sometimes it's better just to let those wrinkles be, but there's quite a buzz in setting them right and this time I rushed in too quick. Shame on me for not taking enough care.

Make the most of your tomorrow when it comes.

It fell to earth?

I saw someone today down there

shoot an arrow in the air.

As the motive seemed unclear

I deemed it wiser to take care -


- until tomorrow

Life is not for free

I see the have-nots of the world, lives shortened by hardship and disease, lacking food for their bellies, children crying in hunger.

Richer peoples thrive among their plenty into old and older age, their small diseases well controlled.

But in those ageing bodies creeps such slow corrosion of the mind that leads to living death itself.

All have a price to pay for life.

Take care for your tomorrow.

The Eighth Day?

The suffering of the earth beneath seems great.

The green and pleasant land is used up, covered up or fouled up, and the oceans look soon to follow.

The ice zones are melting; more land thirsts years without rainfall.

The ancient rocks are scoured bare of their first life, destroyed for the sake of insatiable engines.


I had thought my presence needful only for the Beginning, but now I contemplate tomorrow.

Politics, People and the Press

What did I see today?

Indoors a meeting of world leaders, while outside the people protested.

Indoors, points were made and relationships displayed while the media fawned and grovelled.

Outside, windows were smashed, police dogs snarled and the media pressed forward to savour the violence.


Take care that this day does not shape your tomorrow.