Revelations.

You know, after several years of becoming more reclusive and thus having little to do with one’s fellow humans, it comes as something of a revelation to remember that at times of adversity and danger, the sharing of it reduces its power to frighten and depress the spirits. When you’re alone you carry it all unaided.

I suppose it comes back to that old saying, a version of which probably exists in all languages: ‘You made your bed, you lie on it.’

And so we do.

But at least I heard the priestess’s voice tonight. That was a revelation, too. It was very different from how I imagined it would be, and much better.