May 13, 2010 22:00
I tire as well as my children do tire of those who would disturb this place. Of the best of all time, of those who would steward you, of those who wield a shepherd's crook.
Sheep. What is appropriate for a time like this?
As well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb? There is a black sheep in every flock? He who makes himself a sheep will be eaten by the wolves? Death devours lambs as well as sheep? If one sheep leaps over the ditch, all the rest will follow? No.
As a sheep unto slaughter he was led, and as a lamb before his shearer dumb, so he doth not open his mouth? Advice for her, perhaps, not her sheep.
Ah... Wolves rend the sheep when the shepherds fail.
Be unto her and her flock as wolves, my children. Bring her to failure, and we five shall bring her to ruin. I cannot abide a creature to hijack that image of your counting, your dreams, your sacrifices to bring herself unto this world of ours. I shall not abide it.
Bring them to the Square, seedlings. Breathing or ceased breathing.
We shall take care of the rest.