Happy Muh- Fuh'n New Year, Biznitch.
Jan. 1st, 2002 01:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7There is life. There is a new day. There is understanding, and, if briefly, a sense of peace. i am collected again. i spoke with everyone, everything, tonyte/today. i garnered understanding, and respect. God says It'll stay asleep, for now, so as not to destroy Itself, being the Universe, being each one of you. So hooray, no Apocalypse!
For now.
Here i am, collected, calm, pure, refined, touched by Everything. Not the All, or Buddha, but Everything. Every Thing. It is one of those euphoric states. The places where you feel like your life is defining a new Epoch, where you know the entire internal structure of the Moon. You can make Silver Roses bloom in the Void. Do it. It's 2002, here in my part of the world, and that which we name Tyme is a crystalising, boundless, liquid, errupting Thing. It is continually created and destroyed from one Tick (the amount of tyme it takes for something to Happen) to the next. Use your Ticks wisely, and make some Wishes, for the New Year. After all, Gods and Goddesses, it's your fault they need to exist at all. ;)
Tick.
For now.
Here i am, collected, calm, pure, refined, touched by Everything. Not the All, or Buddha, but Everything. Every Thing. It is one of those euphoric states. The places where you feel like your life is defining a new Epoch, where you know the entire internal structure of the Moon. You can make Silver Roses bloom in the Void. Do it. It's 2002, here in my part of the world, and that which we name Tyme is a crystalising, boundless, liquid, errupting Thing. It is continually created and destroyed from one Tick (the amount of tyme it takes for something to Happen) to the next. Use your Ticks wisely, and make some Wishes, for the New Year. After all, Gods and Goddesses, it's your fault they need to exist at all. ;)
Tick.
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hello
Date: 2002-01-01 04:23 pm (UTC)BTW, I am a friend of comorbid.... I put you on my friends list, iffen ya don't mind.
Re: hello
Greyhaven
If you find it, check the house on the cover. The people are the writers and their children. The house in the crystal ball is Greyhaven itself, home of the most kickass new years party this side of Discworld.
Remembering two things when I remind myself why I have to go to the party next year.
There are some People there. They are in an unheard-of minority at the Greyhaven party, about 1 in 300. They are quickly drunk, and spend the remainder of the night entertaining the rest of us.
The lack of People results in an amazing shift.
To paraphrase Mr. Twain (or was it Mr. Clemens?) "Everybody TALKS about reality, but nobody does anything about it."
Come new years, there are so many people in one place with a similar, uncommon worldview, that the entire place ceases to be earthly. It's abnormal, it's enchanted, and it's more real than usual. It's so damn REAL at Greyhaven that Death can't walk through the walls.
The second reason is the Wuthering Heights Roleplaying Game, created by French Gamers. End of story.