She waits: wings folded, eyes wide, claws extended.

It’s the oldest quest of meaning in a universe born of chaos, dark skies and dark waters, and ruled by capricious gods.

‘I remembered that one of the names of God is ‘The Fearless’ and that I had read that the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.’

…I am finished.

To be content with what we possess is the greatest and most secure of riches; to aspire to be more is the greatest and most certain of miseries.

Herostratus’s insatiable, almost feverish craving for the hyperreal drove him to an abject act of destruction of something beautiful and beloved.

The chapter below is from the RIGHTEOUS SUFFERER (LUDLUL BĒL NĒMEQI) c.1700BC, a Sumerian and later Babylonian poem on the theme of unjust suffering.