I think we are right on (the same) track: not only do I see the cross, the 8 and the ribbon, but the wings, too. (I was looking for a diagram of angel wings all day - surely some Leonardo-metaphysician must have got that down?- and the rest spun off from that imagining for today's post).

By the Grace of God or some miracle working its socks off, the boy can become a man for just long enough for his woman to remember one or two things that write the poetry we need to survive that which (just about) didn't kill us. More soon sent per Blaue Reiter horse in Goethean fashion through the Valley of the Pearls. I think most of the men we know were kidnapped as boys by the Erlkönig. How many beatings does it take before the fiend will let them go again?

Franz Marc, Little Blue Horse