I am not sure I would apply the term ‘Covenanter’ to Donaldson’s doubting Thomas, not with its political ramifications, but his ‘unbelief’ does mirror the apparent choice of our ‘advanced’ society to shunt magic, miracles and a recognition of the hidden life around us into the realm of ‘fairytales’.
Not that fairytales should be dismissed either… at least not the old ones, which, like the myths and legends, such as that of Gilgamesh and Enkidu, show just how much the ancients knew of psychology, millennia before the label for that study was coined.
“If I can label it, it is mine…” The hand that grasps, again. Even when the understanding has been around for thousands of years.
Part of that conversation the other day was about the relationship between quantum entanglement and consciousness… which sounded suspiciously like the theory behind magic to me. In which case, you have to wonder exactly what, was behind our little swimming shrew and the sheep playing ‘statues’ at Nine Stones Close.
Plus ça change etc…
Speaking of which, I am not sure I can allow you ‘grisly protuberance’, even if it does kind of make sense, given the unknown origins and strange actions of our mysterious ‘M’…
Weird about the statuary, though. No sooner do we mention how little it does for us than it starts coming into play, with Stratford hard on the heels of the comment. It reminds me of the whole churches thing… not what we thought we were getting into, but the amount of esoteric symbolism hidden in plain sight was a revelation…
We do, though, need to get out and about again… maybe even get to Troy Town… though, as the whole French thing has reared its head, I wonder if it was ever supposed to be ‘Troy’… Trois, for the triune Goddess would make more sense.
Looking forward to starting on the editing… They’ll never believe us though 😉
The Beast is singing and hunting again. A spider this time… I need to rescue it before the velvet paw squishes it.
Wen and the Songster x