It's like putting Bowser on a slice of toast and then selling the eel to a goomba.
Imagine living beneath the waves with a strong-sighted blessing of most excellent fabric. Holding the fabric over your gills, you would begin to breathe-drink its warp and weft. Though the plantmatter fibers imbue your soul, the wretched plankton would pollute the cloth until it stank to heavens of prophecy. This is one manner in which the Scrolls first came to pass, but are we the sea, or the breather, or the fabric? Or are we the breath itself?
Can we flow through the Scrolls as knowledge flows through, being the water, or are we the stuck morass of sea-filth that gathers on the edge?
Imagine, again, this time but different. A bird cresting the wind is lifted by a gust and downed by a stone. But the stone can come from above, if the bird is upside down. Where, then, did the gust come from? And which direction? Did the gods send either, or has the bird decreed their presence by her own mindmaking?
The all-sight of the Scrolls makes a turning of the mind such that relative positions are absolute in their primacy.
I ask you again to imagine for me. This time you are beneath the ground, a tiny acorn planted by some well-meaning elf-maiden of the woodlands for her pleasure. You wish to grow but fear what you may become, so you push off the water, the dirt, the sun, to stay in your hole. But it is in the very pushing that you become a tree, in spite of yourself. How did that happen?
The acorn is a kind of tree-egg in this instance, and the knowledge is water and sun. We are the chicken inside the egg, but also the dirt. The knowledge from the Scrolls is what we push against to become full-sighted ourselves.
One final imagining before your mind closes from the shock of ever-knowing. You are now a flame burning bright blue within a vast emptiness. In time you see your brothers and sisters, burnings of their own in the distance and along your side. A sea of pinpoints, a constellation of memories. Each burns bright, then flickers. Then two more take its place but not forever lest the void fills with rancid light that sucks the thought.
Each of our minds is actually the emptiness, and the learnings of the Scrolls are the pinpoints. Without their stabbing light, my consciousness would be as a vast nothingness, unknowing its emptiness as a void is unknowing of itself. But the burnings are dangerous, and must be carefully tended and minded and brought to themselves and spread to their siblings.
No, but I really love this so much. It's this stuff that makes TES worth it.
On a related note, I got a new hard drive and now my Xbox works. Yay! Though I would've preferred it never break in the first place.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
it is about an 11 year old black girl in foster care with an innate mastery of butter carving, a well meaning master butter carver, and a sarah palin-esque woman married to said butter carver who wants to parlay his butter carving skills into governorship, or even the presidency.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
So I pointed out an old railroad right-of-way to Mother earlier while we were running errands
It's weird; I don't usually talk about that kind of stuff in real life
Older brother is watching Jurassic Park: The Lost World.
The scene with the dinosaur eating the dog made me really uncomfortable. Like, it’s such a cheap trick and it doesn’t make the movie any more engaging, just more uncomfortable.
Urgh. Why can’t a dog just live for once? Or at least why can’t they just build up the importance of the dog before killing it? You know, as opposed to the cheap trick of “Dogs are great! Dogs getting killed always feels bad!”
Yeah, that’s true. But it’s also incredibly cheap storytelling in addition to being kind of nauseating.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
I think Jurassic Park was sort of a horror movie, and in those movies, horrifying things are supposed to happen to scare the audience and make them uncomfortable. :) ...but I always feel terrible when a dog dies, even a fictional one. :( Old Yeller made me really sad.
But in Old Yeller, the dog has an arc. And a purpose. Here it's just such a cheap trick, and while it's technically effective (that is, it successfully made me very uncomfortable and upset), it doesn't make the film better.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
But in Old Yeller, the dog has an arc. And a purpose. Here it's just such a cheap trick, and while it's technically effective (that is, it successfully made me very uncomfortable and upset), it doesn't make the film better.
there is so much forced integration bullshit in college (stupid accounts I have to sign up for, things that don't work on the college website because it was designed by an idiot, and so on) and it's really fucking annoying. I have to make a twitter account for one of my classes. A twitter account!
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
On a related note, I got a new hard drive and now my Xbox works. Yay! Though I would've preferred it never break in the first place.
Mackles'more.
Mackleboar.
Cacklemore.
Cracklemoor.
I think drinking so much made me fall asleep but I feel awake (and hangover'd) now. It's okay because I was with my daddy.
fuck everything.
also I'm going to bed now.