A creative response to A Time of Sincerity by Dean Kissick
On a clear night on the hills, the shepherds and their goats, on the tops of the mountains over the clouds, when there was a full yellow moon, or with the angels in the sky, with swans so high they would sometimes crash into the angels, thousands of years ago, they told each other round the fires, everything was so connected, all of the parts were held together in such harmony, that you could see the connections between every being, god, and thought, a billion shooting stars woven in the sky.