always many new people to reintroduce myself to. if you're new to my operation, i run a small theological art studio. here's the most popular project i've done: a traditional catholic liturgical calendar. i'll show you in this thread. in my shop here: owen-cyclops.myshopify.com

USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen. I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify. In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather. "Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully. "Honey, that's what it looks like." The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it." I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it. I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South. It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent. "Well?" the waitress asked. "I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed." "Everybody does, hon." Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it. Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating. I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden. It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.

Just finished @malcolmguite's Galahad and the Grail. Speechless. Exactly the poem we need right now. If I loved it less, I could talk about it more. Utterly wonderful in everyway.

Defeat may be glorious. BILBO.

Just wanna say, you can avoid both the Eli McGowan coalition AND the Michael Spangler coalition. It can be done with just a little common sense and lot of Bible!

Just had a 10 minute chat with my son about the origins of the Barrow-wights and how Tom Bombadil heard Frodo’s call for help. Peak Dadding.

My bold prediction for this World Cup is it might just kill off American Eurosnob soccer culture. The level of vitriol being aimed at Americans by Europeans is so high normie Americans are getting turned off and Eurosnobs have to accept they'll never be picked.