[[ I'll try to gather bits and pieces of the Autobiography here. ]]
Preamble: On Irony
“The Donkey”* by G.K. Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked and figs grew upon thorn
Some moment when the moon was blood, then surely I was born
With monstrous head and sickening cry and ears like errant wings
The devil’s walking parody of all four footed things
The tattered outlaw of the earth, of ancient crooked will
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb; I keep my secret still
Fools! For I also had my hour, one far fierce hour and sweet
There was a shout about my ears and palms before my feet
*See Zechariah 9,9 and John 12,12-16


Accompany me, Father George David Byers, S.S.L., S.T.D., as I begin life as a Catholic Priest-Hermit by choice. Holy Souls Hermitage is dedicated to the sanctification of my fellow priests, bishops, deacons & seminarians going through the purgatory of this life or the next. Prayer and sacrifice go up, of course, for both Benedict XVI and the next Successor of Saint Peter. 






David F. Pierre, could you kindly tell me, are you a Catholic priest?
Rose: My middle name is David. That’s true.