There are the Black Caves. The truth can be found there, if you are willing give something up. The Caves are passageways.
CONNECTION: ALL YOU SEE THROUGH YOUR EYES.
There are the Winter Courts. If you can survive the cold, you may travel there, but beware of what the cold brings. The Courts are passageways.
CONNECTION: WITH THE BOY THERE, GOING IS UNWISE.
There are the Night Lands. If they allow you, you may try to traverse the land of shadows -- just be careful of where you go. The Lands are passageways.
CONNECTION: WHERE SHADOWS DARKEN THE SKIES.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
The Past Is A Different Country
In 1964, a group of four teenagers made a pact. They had each turned seventeen, one after the other, and they made this pact after much thought and worry. They had seen things, had experience certain events, been made aware of the hidden nature of the world.
In the years to come, three of the four would break this pact. Each would have their breaking point -- war, death, love, sacrifice. One gave his life for another. One went to work for the thing it swore it would never work for. One became a hermit, living alone among shadows, working for everyone and no one.
The fourth, the one who never broke the pact, eventually came to realize that he had no friends. He was a friend to no one.
So he decided he would take what he learned, take all his knowledge and share it. Spread it among the newest generation in the form of puzzles and clues. He knew this was a silly way to disseminate information, but he decided that knowledge had to be earned, had to be worked for.
Knowledge is power, but power corrupts. Too much knowledge will corrupt, as it did with three of the four. The fourth, who never broke the pact, sometimes wishes he had, wishes he was still that seventeen-year-old, sitting with his friends on that cool summer day in '64.
But the past has slipped away. Soon the future becomes the present and the present becomes the past and everything will slip away.
I, Amicus Nemini, of the unbroken pact, friend to no one, will soon be past. I will soon die. If by one of Their hands, I will simply fade into nothing, but if not, I will meet the Hourless and be with all the others. I will meet it unafraid.
I will still impart some more knowledge before I go. I will tell you of the other passageways and of the others, the three who broke the pact. I will try to prepare for tomorrow to become today.
For soon today will become yesterday. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
In the years to come, three of the four would break this pact. Each would have their breaking point -- war, death, love, sacrifice. One gave his life for another. One went to work for the thing it swore it would never work for. One became a hermit, living alone among shadows, working for everyone and no one.
The fourth, the one who never broke the pact, eventually came to realize that he had no friends. He was a friend to no one.
So he decided he would take what he learned, take all his knowledge and share it. Spread it among the newest generation in the form of puzzles and clues. He knew this was a silly way to disseminate information, but he decided that knowledge had to be earned, had to be worked for.
Knowledge is power, but power corrupts. Too much knowledge will corrupt, as it did with three of the four. The fourth, who never broke the pact, sometimes wishes he had, wishes he was still that seventeen-year-old, sitting with his friends on that cool summer day in '64.
But the past has slipped away. Soon the future becomes the present and the present becomes the past and everything will slip away.
I, Amicus Nemini, of the unbroken pact, friend to no one, will soon be past. I will soon die. If by one of Their hands, I will simply fade into nothing, but if not, I will meet the Hourless and be with all the others. I will meet it unafraid.
I will still impart some more knowledge before I go. I will tell you of the other passageways and of the others, the three who broke the pact. I will try to prepare for tomorrow to become today.
For soon today will become yesterday. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Connections IV
There are the Catacombs. They are lined with books and bones, an ossuary for those who become lost in their own lives. The Catacombs are passageways.
CONNECTION: WHERE THE SPIDERS SPIN THE PAGES.
There are the Whispering Galleries. Within them, all secrets are revealed if only you listen. The Whispering Galleries are passageways.
CONNECTION: WITH SHARP TEETH AND RED RAGES.
There are the Rabbit Holes. They connect to two places that should never be connected. The Rabbit Holes are passageways.
CONNECTION: WHERE ALL ARE TRAPPED IN CAGES.
CONNECTION: WHERE THE SPIDERS SPIN THE PAGES.
There are the Whispering Galleries. Within them, all secrets are revealed if only you listen. The Whispering Galleries are passageways.
CONNECTION: WITH SHARP TEETH AND RED RAGES.
There are the Rabbit Holes. They connect to two places that should never be connected. The Rabbit Holes are passageways.
CONNECTION: WHERE ALL ARE TRAPPED IN CAGES.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Comfortably Numbers
There are four letters. There are five suns. There are nine circles and ten plagues. There are three bodies. There are five mansions. There are seven heavens and seven hells. There are ten bridges and ten passageways.
Aren't there?
Aren't there?
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Connections III
There is a Station. A place to rest, to stop, the Station is stark and colorless. The Station is a bridge.
CONNECTION: WHERE THERE'S NO BLACK AND WHITE, ONLY GRAY.
There is a Staircase. The Staircase spirals, curves around existence itself. The Staircase is a bridge.
CONNECTION: STRANGE SPIRALS WILL SHOW YOU THE WAY.
There is a Wall. The unbroken Wall is the only thing keeping you safe. The Wall is a bridge.
CONNECTION: THAT IT STAYS UNBROKEN, LET US ALL PRAY.
CONNECTION: WHERE THERE'S NO BLACK AND WHITE, ONLY GRAY.
There is a Staircase. The Staircase spirals, curves around existence itself. The Staircase is a bridge.
CONNECTION: STRANGE SPIRALS WILL SHOW YOU THE WAY.
There is a Wall. The unbroken Wall is the only thing keeping you safe. The Wall is a bridge.
CONNECTION: THAT IT STAYS UNBROKEN, LET US ALL PRAY.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
An Excerpt
Ronson, Jon, The Psycopath Test: a journey through the madness industry (Riverhead Books, 2011)
ISBN 978-1-59448-801-6
Pages 115 - 117:
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ISBN 978-1-59448-801-6
Pages 115 - 117:
"When I was doing my Ph.D.," he said, "I devised this personality test, and I advertised for volunteers amongst the student population. I put notices on the notice board, and a girl turned up. Young girl. She was a second-year student. About nineteen. She said, 'This is a personality test, isn't it?' I said, 'Yes.' She said, 'I've got a bad personality. I like to hurt people.' I thought she was winding me up. I said, 'Okay, fine.' So we went through the tests. When she was looking at photographs of the mutilated bodies, the sensors showed that she was getting a kick off of them. Her sexual reward center--it's a sexual thing--was fired up by blood and death. It's subconscious. It happens in milliseconds. She found those things pleasant."
[...]
"Where is this woman now?" I asked Adam. "Maybe I could meet her for my book? In a busy cafe or something."
"I've no means of tracking her down," Adam said. "Participants in my studies are recorded only by numbers, not by name." He fell silent for a second. "So she's gone," he said.
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Friday, June 10, 2011
Connections II
There is a Crossroad. Many roads branch out from it, leading to many trials. The Crossroad is a bridge.
CONNECTION: ALL THAT YOU LEAVE BEHIND.
There is a Shore. The Shore is desolate and cold, with storms building up on its horizon. The Shore is a bridge.
CONNECTION: THE BROKEN, BIRDS, AND BLIND.
There is a Way. The Way can only be walked by gods and monsters. The Way is a bridge.
CONNECTION: NONE, YOU ARE CONFINED.
CONNECTION: ALL THAT YOU LEAVE BEHIND.
There is a Shore. The Shore is desolate and cold, with storms building up on its horizon. The Shore is a bridge.
CONNECTION: THE BROKEN, BIRDS, AND BLIND.
There is a Way. The Way can only be walked by gods and monsters. The Way is a bridge.
CONNECTION: NONE, YOU ARE CONFINED.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
The Demon
Change, change, O form of man!
Release the might from fleshy mire!
Release the might from fleshy mire!
Boil the blood in heart of fire!
Gone, gone, the form of man--
Behold the Demon Etrigan!
One day, the Lords of Hell gave Etrigan the Demon a task. Two sections of Hell had been thrown into chaos -- normally, this wouldn't give them a second thought, but these sections were the sinners to be burned in ffire and the sinners to be frozen in ice. By mixing together, the sinners had created an environment where neither side was experiencing much paiin.
Gone, gone, the form of man--
Behold the Demon Etrigan!
One day, the Lords of Hell gave Etrigan the Demon a task. Two sections of Hell had been thrown into chaos -- normally, this wouldn't give them a second thought, but these sections were the sinners to be burned in ffire and the sinners to be frozen in ice. By mixing together, the sinners had created an environment where neither side was experiencing much paiin.
The Lords of Hell had constructed a room around all the sinners are a dividing wall in the room so that one side could hold the frozen sinners and the other side the burning sinners. They told Etrigan that he was to divide the sinnners himself.
"Oh, to you high rulers of Hell,
I am but a humble demon Etrigan.
I shall put down those who rebel
For I have a straight and simple plan."
Etrigan set to work. He stoodd in the doorway of the dividing wall in the room and whenever a burning sinner wanted to go into the left-side he let thhem and whenever a frozen sinner wanted to go to the riight side he let themm.
The Lords of Hell looked upon Etrigan and saw thiis and wondered how such a plan could work. But soon, the rooms were divided into burning sinners and frozenn sinners. Etrigan's plan had worked perfectly.
Thhe Lords of Hell wanted to reward Etrigan, soo they asked him what he wanted.
"Oh, to you lords of all hellfire,
I, Etrigan, am but a humble demon,
"Oh, to you high rulers of Hell,
I am but a humble demon Etrigan.
I shall put down those who rebel
For I have a straight and simple plan."
Etrigan set to work. He stoodd in the doorway of the dividing wall in the room and whenever a burning sinner wanted to go into the left-side he let thhem and whenever a frozen sinner wanted to go to the riight side he let themm.
The Lords of Hell looked upon Etrigan and saw thiis and wondered how such a plan could work. But soon, the rooms were divided into burning sinners and frozenn sinners. Etrigan's plan had worked perfectly.
Thhe Lords of Hell wanted to reward Etrigan, soo they asked him what he wanted.
"Oh, to you lords of all hellfire,
I, Etrigan, am but a humble demon,
Though I do have pplans and aspire
To be a humble free man."
To be a humble free man."
So the Lords of Hell turned towards each other and decided that yes, they could give Etrigan his wish. He could be a free man. He could not, on the other hand, be a free demon.
Begone, begone, O Etrigan!
Chain the demon in flesh and bone!
Chain it's soul in hardened stone!
Come, come, out of the mud--
Behold the human Jason Blood!
So, it just goes to show you: never trust the Lords of Hell when they give you a reeward.
Chain the demon in flesh and bone!
Chain it's soul in hardened stone!
Come, come, out of the mud--
Behold the human Jason Blood!
So, it just goes to show you: never trust the Lords of Hell when they give you a reeward.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Connections
There is a Path. Trees line the Path, trees with black leaves. The Path is a bridge.
Connection: THE TREE THAT IS BLEEDING.
There is a City. The City is forever moving, forever twisting, forever changing. The City is a bridge.
Connection: THE DOORS THAT ARE FEEDING.
There is an Ocean. There are no monsters in the Ocean. Not yet. The Ocean is a bridge.
Connection: THE WEEDS THAT ARE BREEDING.
Connection: THE TREE THAT IS BLEEDING.
There is a City. The City is forever moving, forever twisting, forever changing. The City is a bridge.
Connection: THE DOORS THAT ARE FEEDING.
There is an Ocean. There are no monsters in the Ocean. Not yet. The Ocean is a bridge.
Connection: THE WEEDS THAT ARE BREEDING.
The Tenth Bridge
There are two islands in a river. They were connected by seven bridges to the banks around them and each other. Many people have attempted to cross each bridge only once, but this was proven impossible. On the northern bank was the castle of the Blue Prince, on the southern bank was the home of the Red Prince, on the east bank was the Bishop's Church, and in the center island was the Tavern.
The Blue Prince wanted to build an eighth bridge so that people could cross the bridges starting at his castle and ending at the Tavern.
The Red Prince, angered with his brother, wanted to build a ninth bridge, so people would cross the bridges starting at his home, ending at the Tavern, and making sure his brother's route wouldn't end there.
The Bishop saw these bridges are obstructions to the city. He decided to build a tenth bridge that would allow all citizens to cross the bridges and then go home.
Watch closely and you can see the game being played. The citizens moving over each bridge.
Everything is connected.
We are the Tenth Bridge.
The Blue Prince wanted to build an eighth bridge so that people could cross the bridges starting at his castle and ending at the Tavern.
The Red Prince, angered with his brother, wanted to build a ninth bridge, so people would cross the bridges starting at his home, ending at the Tavern, and making sure his brother's route wouldn't end there.
The Bishop saw these bridges are obstructions to the city. He decided to build a tenth bridge that would allow all citizens to cross the bridges and then go home.
Watch closely and you can see the game being played. The citizens moving over each bridge.
Everything is connected.
We are the Tenth Bridge.
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