It wasn't where I looked
It wasn't in any room
Or in the yard.
The other cat didn't have it
Nor did my people.
It didn't come in tins or packets
It didn't come at night
It didn't come when I called.
I had a hole where it should have been that I couldn't fill.
But I think I know where it is now
And I don't have to look any more.
Gomez, the Mad Cat of La Mancha. 1991? - 14 November 2007
Arioch has a new job. No one knows exactly what it is supposed to do, but they're all terribly enthusiastic that the position is finally filled.
"You must have great plans for the temple!" they say.
Arioch smiles agreeably to hide the bewilderment. Second day on the job: not a good time to admit cluelessness. "What do you need from it?"
"Oh, you know - stuff! The temple must limpidly express the quintessential truths that we strive for, in the public's name."
"What truths?"
"Just the obvious ones."
In the lunch hour, Arioch has begun fashioning an escape rope out of old phone-cords. For some reason, phones are scarce.
