Satu’rday 14 May 2022

Mild, 68° at the beach, 0605, calm

Walking with Luke on the bay-side, in the spectacular soft morning air; a truck passes by and I hear God’s beautiful sonorous chuckle:

            You love engines, don’t you?

Oh! My Father! You know I do, my hands and tools and …

            Yes! I do know, and I know that you are considering the workings of not just engines that move, yet engines of your very Nation. Write for Me, child – The Parable of the Engine, as you have started