aah.
Just had a “What If” run through my head.
What If Lovebirds were bigger than Humans?
And then, memory of my own loverbird doing some of her “quirks” came to the forefront.
“What manner of creature killed these men?”
*Large peach faced lovebird lunges out from sidecavern amid a terrible shriek and proceeds to smash everyone flat with her beak*
Yes, such chaos resides inside my head.
Chaos? The inability to control the thoughts that may lead to your salvation or your destruction? Human beings have never been any good at holding back our impulse no matter how much the curse may hang over our heads. C.S. Lewis understood it well. The Magician's Nephew was faced with this verse.
Make your choice, adventurous Stranger
Strike the bell and bide the danger
Or wonder, till it drives you mad
What would have followed if you had
Is there any doubt what he did?