now i'm left with nothing
what an awful price to pay The Holy Gospel according to St. Mark the 6th Chaper! He used to have dreams where his life sat before him, like a great tree, with powerful roots, a hearty trunk, branches that filled that sky full of leaves that rested in the breeze. A great tree, like the one the old Rabbi had used to talk about. The night after his great banquet, though; he had a new dream that replaced the one about the tree… That night, specters closed in around him. All night, the nearer ones got nearer; and the further ones got nearer. Until one pounced upon him, and with a ghastly finger pointed, the specter crowed, “who killed the man.” The others yelped back, “he did! He did! All night he dreamt of the specters. He couldn’t see them clearly, as through his eyes. They were dim and wavy, as though he saw them through a glass, dimly… Now it was almost noon and he still wasn’t out of bed. It had been a rough morning… Rolling over he tries to remember la...