Too much that is erected out of the coldest, hardest concrete reinforced irrevocably with steel starts with the airy, flimsy words of zealots; sermons handed down have pounded mountains low and butchered ways that once meandered through a pretty, rolling wilderness and given us now a flat sweeping plain heaped with ugliness. See there the women stoned for being raped and molestation garbed in priestly robes and thousands swallowed by the earth whose fault we’re told was karma. Think of all the children not baptised now dead who wander lost consigned to limbo and of fathers who disown a daughter because she has known a man before some abstract anointed hour and shameful, gutless ‘honour’ killings and infant daughters cruelly murdered to avoid a later dowry. Remember the hoards of young lovers taken by wars and cities lost and libraries burned and works of art stolen and never returned. What mass madness has us march, stand, kneel, lie prostrate, self-flagellate for something that has less substance than the breath that gives birth to it? Beware dangerous words spoken, sung, written down, unfurled with flags, sent aloft in hot air balloons, launched festooned with pretty streamers, attributed to some invisible higher force with hidden, mysterious ways and smiling benevolence that cannot even love a child or a woman or a man, not even a simple tree-dotted tract of land.