There may be a fat, arrogant king sitting on the throne. It is always after the land is wasted and the air is a joke and the waters are gone and the birds are screaming. There are always self-appointed prophets wanting to pay lip service to this disaster, but there are the more silent whose voices are hesitant and questioning. Who eventually make sense. These are thoughts my friends and I came to tonight after talking about Game of Thrones around the fire pit.
