The butcher, the baker . . .

 The butcher, the baker . . . 

          “There is no mind more attached to order than a madman’s.”

                                                                   - Desipientiae, Vol. 2, Art. 108, on order

There is no doctrine of the atonement.

“There’s a flower shop,” I told Roz, not because there is one but to connect the concrete street with the fabulous garden. (See here. The adventure begins here.) I might as well have told her there was a butcher shop - with lamb in the window at 270 tamats for a whole lamb. But our species thrives on connections; it makes connections whether there are or there are not.

     Mostly there are not, except that we make them. The universe is sillier than ordered. And David Hume was right - he is right - about the future.

Roz harrumphed. “What was his name?” she asked.

     “Whose?”

     “The sexton’s.”

     “Florare, I think. . . Or, Caren,” I said.

08.07.18