Iye am rereading Sidney Sheldon's Windmills of the Gods ... amazing how it parodies some of the powerful hot winds of today blowing over the Jerusalem that's yet beyond us ... the great white settlement!
Classics like this morph into some myths that strike me as almost biblical ... yet corrupt as they are still on the imperfect earth ... perfection being yet out-of-here and somewhat abstract! Does well identify the fluid Angel of Death ... it creeps like mole bums ... subterranean?
Classics like this morph into some myths that strike me as almost biblical ... yet corrupt as they are still on the imperfect earth ... perfection being yet out-of-here and somewhat abstract! Does well identify the fluid Angel of Death ... it creeps like mole bums ... subterranean?