the lonely life. . . .

It was a very great insight to me to consider that prophets were generally not terribly well-received by the people around them. It makes me feel a bit better about my own writings and insights not generally having been enthusiastically received. . . . And for a while, there, it tended to shut me up a bit. Truth be told, I pretty much stopped writing for a while.

One reason was the lack of a kindly reception, the second, the king's general dislike of self-disclosure. You remember the king? My beloved spouse. And I do try and honor his preferences. But it's hard to write without self-disclosure. In fact, I think I'll say that good writing is impossible without it. My own writing was becoming more and more of an ordeal. So I've taken a break.

Am I back? I don't know. I rather hope so. I did want to check back in, though, and at least drop a line here. I've missed the prophet and the friends. Some prophet friends I keep in touch with in other ways, but some are only here. I write differently here than I write anywhere. I miss it. Over the last few days, I've enjoyed reading old entries, re-thinking old thoughts.

The country is at a cross-roads. If ever there was the need for clear vision, now is that time. But speaking of time, it's the wee small hours of the morning and propheting is probably best done on a good night's sleep. We'll see how this goes. Did anyone miss me when I was gone? I wonder. And I wonder if anyone will notice that I'm back! Ah - again - we'll see how this goes. Signing off again,