Captioned: Cathedral Rock. It stands not all that far from where I live. An hour by road, less if you’re a crow flying. It’s not an ‘actual cathedral”. Then again, to me, it’s an actual cathedral.
I was always willing to be reasonable until I had to be unreasonable. Sometimes reasonable men must do unreasonable things.
Map showing the driest month of the year based on the new 1991-2020 climate normals. June is the overall wettest month of the year for the Contiguous U.S., but for much of the Southwest, it is the driest month of the year.
In the Arizona mountains, we’ve been getting the usual late afternoon thunderstorms.
The way a “dry month” or a “dry season” is handled these days, it means that all life on Earth will end. AOC is back to the 10-year prediction because the count-down is perilously close to “now” and of course, we’re all not dead – so far. 10 years seems to be the magic number – ever since the late 1960s. The gullible swallow it whole.
It’s been about a year since I posted this (below) as part of a sermonette. I think that the message was “walk softly and carry a big stick” or something along that line.
This is a Bible gun that belonged to Francesco Morosini, Doge of Venice.
There is no record of the firearm ever being discharged by the Doge, but the fact that he didn’t use it has nothing at all to do with the fact that he felt that he needed it.
It could be fired without opening the book. Better to have and not need than to need and not have.
I doubt that I will ever be the sort of human who strolls down a street without a “plan”. Thus perhaps “warrior monk” is as close as I’ll ever be to giving an actual sermon. It’s not PTSD, it’s simply a mental process that I can’t switch off. And frankly, I don’t want to. Yes, there are what I term, “happy idiots” who drift through life, oblivious. I simply identify with the Doge of Venice.