[1]IFrame
William Mims wrote the most amazing response:
We are all getting spiderbites; it comes in the form of
interactions of intercontexts in the inevitable interconectivity
between amorphic boundaries of individual reality bubbles -- not
all spiderbites are bad, sometimes the bartender knows their
craft.The Master was also guided by the cyclical beating of
heart rhythms -- and just like the Doctor, the Master has two
harts to follow or beat. Both the Master and the Doctor
metaphorically faced the traumas of their childhood as a single
event scenario, and have respectively externalized and
internalized the power they saw reflected through the infinity
contained in a time vortex rift -- a rift which seems identical
to the Medusa Cascade, and alluding to the most
horrifically-successful loss and call to war the Time Lords
ever-never will be forever-absently tied into and tormented
by... the war with the Daleks. They both (Doctor and Master)
hear The Sound of Drums, but interpret The Drumming they are
afflicted with differently... and to divergent affects.Spend an
infinity with each of the infinities -- Time, Space, Mind, Soul,
Reality, Power -- and one the Gauntlet is complete; there within
you will find a cosmic presence by your control over the Static
and Dynamic, Being and Becoming, Life and Death... the Duality
of One within All and Nothing -- and NOW I AM THANOS, I AM
BECOME GOD. ..err, where was I? oh right... on a journey --;
exploring the infinite metaphors of this MARVELous universe.
Don't Stop... Believin... Hold on to that feelin...Know where to
start... at the end... just like Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle
KGStJ, DL -- who may very well have used a variant of the Seven
Plot Point structure; if only indirectly. As pointed out by a
different Author, through the Arthur; opening a restaurant at
one end of the universe, is just showing the beginning of the
universe as it is unfolding backwards... do try one of the
sandwiches when you get there. A four year old that can not roll
and play, lacks precisely the level of capacity required to
realize they can't play a role -- most people don't comprehend
until forty, what they were to young to admit at two --; namely
that everyone is underdeveloped for the task of living on their
own. Between those ages is a vorticurveular fractalimited
omniline of overconfident disappointments and underrealized
potential. grab an oar, and start rowing if you you have a
direction... oar just float on down the stream -- but along the
way, remember their is no way out of this bathtub for all us
spiders, so don't beat on others with your ORs and show off all
your BUTs. but... some coma patients wake having experienced an
infinite lifetimes, and wake up as a host of ages -- and then
others apparently can see the infinity of people they touch. A
dream is a roleplaying game of one... on the shores of us, by an
infinite sea of we. The Interconnectivity of spiralling vortex
probability masses we can't sense physically, helps turn the
lights on. I'll just say, in closing: Rational Anthem of A Brave
New World Times have changed, And we've often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock, When they landed on Plymouth
Rock. If today, Any shock they should try to stem, 'Stead of
landing on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock would land on them. In
olden days a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something
shocking, But now, God knows, Anything Goes. Good authors too
who once knew better words, Now only use four letter words
Writing prose, Anything Goes. _The world has gone mad today And
good's bad today, And black's white today, And day's night
today, When most guys today That women prize today Are just
silly gigolos And though I'm not a great romancer I know that
I'm bound to answer When you propose, Anything goes_ When
grandmama whose age is eighty In night clubs is getting matey
with gigolo's, Anything Goes. When mothers pack and leave poor
father Because they decide they'd rather be tennis pros,
Anything Goes. If driving fast cars you like, If low bars you
like, If old hymns you like, If bare limbs you like, If Mae West
you like Or me undressed you like, Why, nobody will oppose! When
every night, The set that's smart Is intruding in nudist parties
in studios, Anything Goes. The world has gone mad today And
good's bad today, And black's white today, And day's night
today, When most guys today That women prize today Are just
silly gigolos And though I'm not a great romancer I know that
I'm bound to answer When you propose, Anything goes. If saying
your prayers you like, If green pears you like If old chairs you
like, If back stairs you like, If love affairs you like With
young bears you like, Why nobody will oppose. And though I'm not
a great romancer I know that I'm bound to answer When you
propose, Anything goes... Anything goes.
