Carol and I both got up around 7 o'clock AM to face our separate individual lives in the city of the Great Whore. Carol left this morning to do errands of mercy. She works the next two nights.
I have been wandering my cell this morning listening to death and black metal. I did write in my paper diary this morning. I have nothing to do today worth doing. Yesterday I sat a lot and read from these two novels, "Pinkerton's Sister" a novel by Peter Rushforth and "George Mills" a novel by Stanley Elkin.
Last night I read late into the night. Now it is another day to seek the Lord.
I suppose I will close to brush my teeth and read my books. Existence keeps zooming by! There is no way out.
" Enter into the rock, and hide thee in the dust, for fear of the LORD, and for the glory of his majesty.
 The lofty looks of man shall be humbled, and the haughtiness of men shall be bowed down, and the LORD alone shall be exalted in that day.
 For the day of the LORD of hosts shall be upon every one that is proud and lofty, and upon every one that is lifted up; and he shall be brought low:
 And upon all the cedars of Lebanon, that are high and lifted up, and upon all the oaks of Bashan,
 And upon all the high mountains, and upon all the hills that are lifted up,
 And upon every high tower, and upon every fenced wall,
 And upon all the ships of Tarshish, and upon all pleasant pictures.
 And the loftiness of man shall be bowed down, and the haughtiness of men shall be made low: and the LORD alone shall be exalted in that day.
 And the idols he shall utterly abolish.
 And they shall go into the holes of the rocks, and into the caves of the earth, for fear of the LORD, and for the glory of his majesty, when he ariseth to shake terribly the earth.
 In that day a man shall cast his idols of silver, and his idols of gold, which they made each one for himself to worship, to the moles and to the bats;
 To go into the clefts of the rocks, and into the tops of the ragged rocks, for fear of the LORD, and for the glory of his majesty, when he ariseth to shake terribly the earth.
 Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for wherein is he to be accounted of?" Isaiah 2:10-22