Petrol pumps, and hairy eyebrows and the posh telephones of Cavan town.

Last week I got gas in my eye during an operation. Maybe some of it went to my brain and lodged there because this meditation is tinged with the colour of an unhinged mind. It goes like this. I knew nothing as a child. I was too stupid to learn anything. So I turned inwardly to the beautiful world of the imagination, where deities reign supreme. The deities that carry me through the darkest storms. (And listen out for my gorgeous clock chiming.)  Join my podcast on Patreon.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.