malka

The reading on my bus-ride home sent me into an internal discussion (and by discussion I mean towering charismatic monologue) of the reason to prefer white wine as a source to transmit into heart's blood, not the more (trivially, physically, dots-on-a-D&D-card-level) surface-level symbolic red wine. I then transitioned into a generalized mediation on belief which ended with the revelation that there is System and there is Soul and they are both all powerful and eternally interlocked.

It is worth mentioning that, due to the way on-call rotation works in my work group, I am shatteringly tired and under imperfect control.

(It is also worth mentioning that I emitted no verbalizations of these fantastic revelations or thundering visions. The fires of Truth do not override basic civilities.)