Happy Christmas

Many thanks to all of you who have written inquiring about the silence on this blog. It seems that after two volumes on silence I have written myself into silence! How long this will last I don't know; it can't be forced. It almost seems as though the world is so mad that there is little that can be said about it.

For those of you asking about my health it is generally OK, except that at the moment I have pneumonia and am going to have an extremely quiet Christmas. But then, that's the way I prefer it in any case.

Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, may your Christmas and New Year be very blessed. And please pray that we may find a way forward through this ecological nightmare, even if it only means, as Bringhurst and Zwicky, and Roy Scranton, have titled their books, learning to die. Both these books are good, but the Zwicky is outstanding.