By the pricking
of my thumbs
Something
wicked this way comes
Open locks
Whoever knocks
-Second Witch (Macbeth, 1623)
Can you feel it my lovely audience from all realms? It is in the air, isn't it? Something's coming, maybe it is change (for the better or for the worse, who knows?), perhaps it is the fruition of all our endeavors, or maybe the next chapter to this chaos, destruction, demolition (?) or the next chapter to this roller coaster journey which can reveal lots of hidden truths?
I have no words for it, but surely it is coming.
