Friday, February 6, 2015
Cheeping birds seem to be saying sweet, innocuous things, "isn't the sunshine sunshiney today?" and "Hello mister squirrel! Hello mister neighbourhood cat!" But what if they are in fact intoning a mantra that is designed to bring a dark spirit up from the earth. Soon, on the sunniest day of all, the ground will crack and quake, great gusts of hot steam will shoot up, burning the faces of passers by and a great horned beast will emerge. The sunshine will be replaced with darkness and lightning will criss cross the skies. That would look pretty cool.