Category: Direction
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Starweaver’s Return
If you dream of a room that shouldn’t be there, Or a stranger you know with the fairest of hair, Or of a time that’s not now, Or a place that’s not here, You may have been visited by a special sightseer Starweaver floats through the dreams of the sleeper Sometimes you wake, sometimes you…
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Wine
The red wine was warm, sweet and sickly. Not to his taste at all, although he pretended to enjoy it. He smiled at his companion after taking another sip. He liked this part of the chase; the teasing. He knew he would be quenching his real thirst very shortly. This is my first attempt at…
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The question
Why is a raven like a writing desk? What came first, the chicken or the egg? What is the sound of one hand clapping? When would when never happen? Why are some words the same but different? When can importance be irrelevant? At what point does new become old? How, when it’s warm, can you…
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Let the changes begin…
All of this talk about Phoenixes and new beginnings has set me thinking. Things need to change to remain fresh, and hopefully good. Things can’t stay the same. They have to evolve… adapt… update. And that is just what I’m doing. The first thing to go is a biggie. Hanging up my Cape Well, figuratively…
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Ison from Oort
Distance is nothing and size doesn’t matter, all things considered. Well, it is and it does, obviously, but when you think of the vast distances involved in the Universal side of things the overall meaning of the word distance / size becomes somewhat diminished. Take the distance between stars, for instance. They need to be…
The Mansionic Perspective 