To the church in the odysseia, to the angel of the church in the audacia, write,

these are the words of the amen, the faithful and true witness, the ruler of God's

creation. I know your deeds that you were neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other.

So because you were lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, I am about to spit you out in my mouth.

You say, I am rich, I have acquired wealth, and do not need a thing. But you do not require wealth, and do not need,

sorry, but you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind, and naked. I counsel you to buy from me gold

refined in the fire so that you can become rich and white clothes to wear so that you can cover your

shameful nakedness and salve to put on your eyes so you can see. Those whom I love, I rebuke and

discipline. So be earnest and repent. Here I am. I rebuke and discipline.

So be earnest and repent.

Here I am. I stand at the door and knock.

If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person and they with me.

To the one who is victorious, I give the right to sit with me on the throne just as I was victorious and sat down with my father on his throne. Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit

says to the churches. This is the word of the Lord. This past October, I was in London and I thought a morning stroll through Hyde Park would be nice,

but it seemed like half the city's population and all the cities' tourists had that exact same idea

at that exact same time on that exact same day.

So I had gone from casually enjoying a sunny

autumn morning to navigating a complex maze of police barricades and a massive crowd of people,

most of whom had selfie sticks and were wide-eyed with wonder. There was a few frustrated locals

clearly stuck on their way into the office,

and a couple of other people who seemed to be just confused like me, wondering what we had

happened into and what was going on. As it turned out, King Charles was making his way back home

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