Vision Story: The Owl Child

Introduction to this Blog (opens in separate window)


A male child is born part human, part owl.

The world is tearing apart at the seams like fabric being stretched too tightly over a frame, at the time of his birth.

The child grows. He speaks in silent gestures but with busy thoughts in his head.

When the child reaches 12, the world is washed away in a wave of dissolving matter, wrenching most man-made structures from their foundations and, in a surreal silent torrent, most of humanity and other life cease to exist.

The echoes of the remaining life in haunting, pleading voices, remain.

Why didn’t we do more when we could?


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