What comes next oh what comes next? What will happen on the 16th of July oh what will happen? I could tell you upfront, but then it might not quite go the way I want it to. So instead I will feed you riddles and allegory. 16 16 16 a number indeed not to be confused with the limitations of our calendars. I will tell you what it means to me. It means in the heavens above the Angels whisper and God will be silent. It will mean that the clouds will do as they always have despite the wind. Earthquakes will rip and tear, but do no harm. The rain will fall everywhere suddenly, but the ground will remain dry. The light will not just pierce through darkness, but replace it. All motors will halt, but they will gurgle again. The precipice of victory shines like defeat on a day that we will only be able to laugh at with great sadness and joy together as one feeling. The poems of our grandfathers will soon make sense. The tales grandma tells on those cold somber nights to lighten the mood will all make sense. Dragons will be real from the knowledge that they never left. Dynamite will seem like a children’s toy, but no stones will be cast in the aftermath. Dogma will ring hollow, but truth will shine. The Dens of old will become shelters of new. There will be pain, but only if you can feel it still. A great split in the sky will be obvious to those who see, but regular to those who do not. Fire will sting like ice and ice will be as warm as chicken noodle soup. Tea will be for thought and coffee for sleep. The Shepard will follow and the sheep will lead. The ravens will fly in packs while the crow sings alone. The moon will be the same without change and the sun will be like no other. In the east it will rise red as always, but the west it will be black. Pillows will be hard, but blankets still warm. There may even be some dancing. 1 mile will be like 10,000, but 20,000 will be like 12. Wood will float, but so will stone. (A free type about July 16th)