The One remains, the many change and pass;
Heaven’s light forever shines, Earth’s shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments.

Percy Byssche Shelley

Another day, another medically dominant day, filled with medicines of contradictory nature, satisfying my medical records far better than my now sceptical stomach lining which has had a gutfull of all this.

From 6pm yesterday until now, I've been cold, shaking, vomitting and fed up.
However, my head and heart feel, amazingly, on top form, which surprises me more than I could imagine. Many operations will follow, and for now injections, (from the NHS perspective) will suffice.

The snow falls outside for now, with a delicate coating to the deep green grass surrounding the hospital helipad. Young newly planted (or uprooted?) pines hold on to the 'plains' for survival...a battle I'm sure they'll win, unlike my near neighbour who, with grubby-chubby fingers, hacked down a magnificent Cedar from his driveway. He, in visual ignorance, revealed a deeper selfishness, in asserting his right to slice this master down before all our eyes. The tree, perhaps 100 years old, and 30 feet tall, gave grace to about 30 surrounding houses, a parade of small shops, the suburban road, and passers-by stuck in their daily monotony. It is now merely a stump, a memory, and close to two more giant Oak stumps, both hacked down, roadside in the past year, by a man I place even lower than the potato in nature's scheme of things...however, this sub-potato specimen, had the ability to destroy (a combined age of) 500+ years of nature's growth, for the sake of his sitting-room.

My mind has sown a thousand pines in the past 24 hours, with many more to come.

one potato, two potato...