It’d Be A Poor Kind Of World

(true,) The White Hole Said. (my Name Is Khairelikoblepharehglukumeilichephreidosd'enagouni-) And At The Same Time He Went Flickering Through A Pattern Of Colors That Was Evidently The Visual Translation.

Dear Artificer, I’ve Blown My Quanta And Gone To The Good Place!

You Walk On Water, And Complain That You Can't Find Anything To Drink!

Belief Made No Difference To The Truth.

What Teens Will Realize Is Always A Mystery To Me. I'm Still Realizing So Many Things Myself, Very Belatedly, That It Seems Unwise To Think I Have Any Right To Be Showing People Things In Hopes That They'll Realize Them.