Hell Bell

                                                                                      Prologue

          I awoke into a headache.  It was (it is) a continuation of (from) yesterday.  It's not just the result of allergies, (the pollen "thick and warm"), but the ongoing inundation of Grief and Sorrow (now TEN years worth).  

          There's a line from Faulkner's ABSALOM, ABSALOM that has {verberated} and reverberated like the echo from a cathedral bell, tolling,, tolling,,, tolling ;  It is this , "It was snowing, and it was gonna snow".  Faulkner delivers this line as `dead certainty`, a Certainty of INEVITABLE Ongoing.  Here, there would be NO Cessation, NO Relief and NO Consolation nor Solace.  Here, the driving snow was gonna BURY the land with a covering of Misery and even Death .   Here, wildlife would go hungry .  

          So it is with Grief and Sorrow ~~~~~~