Once well underground, you know exactly where you are. Nothing can happen to you, and nothing can get at you. You're entirely your own master and you don't have to consult anybody or mind what they say. Things go on all the same overhead, and you let 'em, and don't bother about 'em. When you want to, up you go, and there the things are, waiting for you.
Squatters. The dispossessed. The water rats. Denizens of the deep, citizens of the shallows. And a lot of them were interested in trying something different, including which authorities they gave their consent to be governed by.
I watched as the lamb opened...
...the stars in the sky fell to earth, as late figs drop from a fig tree when shaken by a strong wind.
The sky receded like a scroll, rolling up; every mountain & island was removed from its place.
Then the kings of the earth, the princes, the generals, the rich, the mighty, & every slave & free man hid in caves and among the rocks of the mountains.
They called to the mountains & rocks, "Fall on us & hide us from the face of him who sits on the throne, & the wrath of the Lamb!
For the great day of their wrath has come..."
