On Monday I was cycling to work in the dark. In one of the suburbs through which I pass, there was a blackout. The house alarms had defaulted to back-up power and were sounding. I cycled through half a dozen streets to a chorus of wailing burglar alarms. Otherwise darkness and silence.
One feels that incidents like this should mean something. Is God dropping a hint? If so, He is as obscure as always. Alternatively the event might serve as a symbol or a literary trope. Nope – nothing comes to mind. It is pregnant with no more than wind. It gives birth to a fart and not a messiah.