nablaste asked: how can we grasp infinity?
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The Immortal Kings of Zanji & The Queen of Waq Waq
The First Law: The Queen Waq Waq is the ever vessel. The Second Law: The Immortal Kings of Zani rule with absolute authority from New Moon to Full Moon. The Third Law: The Old Kings of Zani are sacrificed on the New Moon, long live the Kings. Editor’s Note: This content was submitted by a reader but Tumblr didn’t post the name and now there’s no record of it. If you submitted...
The serpent chaffs the hull, and if I could hear it, I would have more fear for my ships integrity. I can only feel the impact - my ears are carefully sealed against any sound. I do not know if it is rending wood, only that it coils and rubs, rocking my vessel violently. My left arm strains against the leash, which splits into three near the end, at the length of a cavalryman’s lance away...
callmebalthazar asked: Which way shall I turn the wheel, Levitating Mermaid? Shall I head into the wind or obey the currents? And tell me, was Job right to call his friends "mischievous comforters?"
slouchingtowardpittsburgh asked: As an overworked atheist, the absence of ritual aches within me. How can today's busy career women create a ritualized existence?
callmebalthazar asked: I thought I heard you speak of "the magic hand of chance." By what chance do you have these letters? By what mischief do you keep them from me? And what, dear Levitating Mermaid, do you want from this Imaginary Sailor?
callmebalthazar asked: All the good things start in media res. I don't need beginnings or ends. But what happens in the middle, Levitating Mermaid?
callmebalthazar asked: Was that you I saw on the shore of the Sea of Sanji? My ship could not come close, for the rocks obstructed me, but I thought I spied your mermaid shape. I stared perhaps longer than I should have at the distant breasts.
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it,...– ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Flight to Arras, 1942