Do You Believe In Four Horses?

All my ears are full of olive oil. I've been pouring it down them all week. It's not some new aural fetish - I have blocked ears and it's doctor orders. I've been having awful dreams all week too - nightmares on wax WHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

I decide my predicament lends itself perfectly to a morning of bird watching in the garden. Binoculars at hand, I spend half an hour gawping at tits before I become entranced by creatures of an altogether different nature - horses in the field behind. Four of them. Huddled together. Motionless. Serene.

I focus the binoculars and become entranced by the beauty of their stillness. It may occur odd to be scrutinising with binoculars animals we can normally get up close to but somehow, without their awareness of our presence, they seem different. Wild, in fact. Alien, moreover. God like, even. Could god actually be four still horses instead of a bearded man in a cloak? Is this an Equine Prophecy I am receiving? Is my doctor actually an angel who intentionally advised me to block my ears for this moment to occur? Come to think of it I recall seeing a harp in his room once and you never actually see his back.

God