Semi-Daily Scribbles

Couriers emerge from the mist, fully informed of our situation and demanding our immediate attention. They know we've been chasing bad information, so Couriers come bearing roses along with stiff warnings to soften the blow. The time for shame has long since passed. A Courier is hard to miss, but rarely seen, and is in love with his own voice. It sounds like rain, so the appeal is understandable. To the uninitiated, exchanges between Courier and Novice look as though the lady of the house is having a rousing conversation with herself. There is more, of course, going on beyond first glance, but then we shouldn't be listening in on messages not intended for us. It is best to keep such meetings safely confined behind tall, unscalable garden walls.