All is Well

All was calm, the silver bells were silkily tinkling; the Angelic host moving about, performing their unseen duties; the spheres rotated in perfect obeisance and marshmallows dripped from their sticks with a tacky glistening sweetness.

All was well with the world, in between its calamities.

There were those gentle, quiet moments, when one forgets death and all of the inevitabilities that dog each move into the future.

The ordinances of life contrive to multifariously disarrange our perspectives - enough to communicate the firm earth of our spirit-land with the sweet aroma of its cordial symphonic ethers.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series