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It was a grey and windy day, and only the first memory is a memory.

The sound of layers of jackets smacking in the wind, the moisture of wind-torn eyes on my cheek – or was it sideways rain? No, the sideways rain was with the Cailleach. She and the red haired kid in shorts looking sideways at the fekkin toorists were a day still far away, yet to come.

Another time, maybe. Here it was only me and the wind. And the tears that were not tears.

A grey and windy day, and I’d already waited five minutes.

Will this be the last time for me at the Hill of Tara? The last time I will stand upon the Mound of Hostages?

Only the first memory is a memory, all subsequent memories are memories of the memory, and now I am not standing upon the mound, I am cowering within it.

Cowering within it, with only the shaft of the sunrise once a year to tease me with thoughts of freedom and of me.

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But imagine if Amhairgin had gone through the nine waves instead of over them. Even more, imagine this:

Fintan, in the shape of Amhairgin, coming ashore through the nine waves.

What would that homecoming be like? Amhairgin coming ashore, reciting his “I am’s”, and meaning it?

Even more, imagine this:

Fintan, coming through the nine waves, coming ashore through each of us as we recite our “I am’s,” as we recite our “we are’s.”

What would that homecoming be like?

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Renowned for his wisdom, Solomon had spent half his life pursuing wealth, and another large chunk pursuing wisdom, and when asked which was better, he replied:

“The fear of God.”

I think Solomon might have had it wrong.

Bold words I know, but when you think about it, he could have at least articulated himself a bit better.

I think he got it wrong.

Neither wealth, nor wisdom, nor fear of God is better.

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