0007 Holding The World

and there’s this alleyway and a passage, then a door, ordinary, but the pavement in front of it has been carefully swept this morning; you came upon it by chance, but now you’re here, it seems important; an old man - well, old for that part of the world - probably not long to live, but erect, still, extraordinary eyes, they seem to see everything; doesn’t say much, but ask him any question in the world and he gives you an answer you’ll remember for the rest of your changed life he says, it’s all, all love; and so are you then there’s this dusty road to a small town in a country built by faith now torn apart by faith, run by political masters from abroad; a pub that takes overnighters, an outbuilding - well, more a lean-to to shelter the animals on a cold windy night; a baby’s first smile, something its parents remember all their lives; it seems to say, it’s all, all love; and so are you