the heaviest lesson that the gods have to teach us

[ineffabelle]

The magical element above all, if there is one, is humor. Without that, you are most certainly lost. (though you only need enough to poke through)

The happiest tragedy, the saddest triumph, need the funniest horror to keep the 5 points working.

And without the 5th point you never get out of the time-bound third dimension.

Squares, man. They're just squares till they learn to become pentacles.

This goes out to my artificial sibling in logos, he's not a newt. And to my lovely companion through time, she of the antlers and ray-traced moire.
And to all my mars(h)m(a|e)llow peeps: We are the quickest silver-fish ever. Our mirrors are funny, shiny, branchy and basket woven, underwater as in outer-space.
Tenebrous and tendentious, our tentacles and tendrils tend to tenderfoots on tenterhooks with tenacious tendency.

Tiresias was da ... something else.

Comments

[bibble.livejournal.com]

lovely.

Yes, deer

[pharminatrix.livejournal.com]

Or cubes ;)

Magnolia Tsunami

[ineffabelle]

extended to the 7, volumetric humours.

Still makes us laugh.

[spacemummy.livejournal.com]

Well said. Inspiralational. Tiresias was full on nudibranch, growing at wild angles with age.

[ineffabelle]

yes!

Lightning/Antlers/Tree Roots.

ararita

[benkilpatrick.livejournal.com]

and what do the pentagrams become?