Prayer is personal. It doesn't need to be explained, much less defended or even talked about. I don't know who made all this, but I know it was made. What else do we need to know?
After four hours rolling from side to side in bed last night/this morning, thinking about all the exercise and writing I haven't been doing, I got up and opened The Unknown University - a collection of poems by Chilean writer Roberto Bolaño. I read the first two in order - I never usually read poetry books in order - and I decided the time had come to write on.
Horses who stood out in the rain with her and horses who said they would but never did.
Maybe we all need to stop and think. To look at the world and our place in it. To stop obsessing over stupid and meaningless matters. To be vast.
Never mind the stupidity we have to face day after day created by men who stink of hate.
The world has become like this big old mansion you can walk or run through, opening doors into rooms without knowing what to find when you go in.
First and foremost, I was inciting nothing. Then, let's consider the demonstrable fact that "eat shit and die" is an established phrase in the English language.