to fen, and to pope francis. they may seem to live in different worlds, but they don't. fen rages against machines, the pope rages against the machine. fen today attacked the dust mop, having been caged while the vacuum raged. the pope attacked the machine of finance, of mammon, who's been around for a long long time, grown so vast his dimensions cannot be seen, his circumference global. who would have imagined a little terrier and a mighty pope would both be as radical as my heart, but it's a welcome surprise, even if we rage in a cage, the message wanders like any lost soul, to any open heart.

we got to fight the powers that won't let us be.