Post by firefolk on Apr 12, 2007 19:27:50 GMT -5
It was a rough trip. The Powers were re-aligning themselves again, and the elements were in chaos--fiery snows, gales of fettucini, upside-down tsunamis, and at least one volcanic eruption involving Dr. Pepper and Charles Dickens clones. The gods and devils were battling over the boundaries of the heavens, and the heroes and monsters were having it out on the fields of earth; Right and Wrong were in flux, and it might be a valorous act to knife an old lady in her sleep one minute and a craven abomination to help her across the street the next. Even right and left were in turmoil, and there seemed to be eels underfoot every which way you went. But despite it all, I made it to the foot of the eldritch mountain and began to climb.
And there at last, high atop Mount Wappythrop, I found that which so many have vainly sought: the Pierian Spring. Narcoleptic minotaurs danced a hornpipe around it, and the entire Armenian Air Force flew in circles overhead. Great was my joy, but great also my trepidation. Once I drank of those strangely virtued waters, all would change--forever.
Yet I drank; and the walls of my mind raced away to unguessed frontiers of natural philosophy, and the dome of my spirit soared to a starlit eminence of theology, and the firm earth of my heart fell away to fathomless abysms where nameless secrets whispered in the dark. Old mysteries became as children's games, and new vistas of conundrum and paradox, maddeningly esoteric yet rapturously soluble, spun through my coruscating thoughts. I sprang to my feet, wild with the yearning to share my newfound knowledge with the world.
But an old man stopped me on the road. "Where's the nearest Taco Bell at?" quoth he--and for all my wisdom and power, I simply did not know.
And there at last, high atop Mount Wappythrop, I found that which so many have vainly sought: the Pierian Spring. Narcoleptic minotaurs danced a hornpipe around it, and the entire Armenian Air Force flew in circles overhead. Great was my joy, but great also my trepidation. Once I drank of those strangely virtued waters, all would change--forever.
Yet I drank; and the walls of my mind raced away to unguessed frontiers of natural philosophy, and the dome of my spirit soared to a starlit eminence of theology, and the firm earth of my heart fell away to fathomless abysms where nameless secrets whispered in the dark. Old mysteries became as children's games, and new vistas of conundrum and paradox, maddeningly esoteric yet rapturously soluble, spun through my coruscating thoughts. I sprang to my feet, wild with the yearning to share my newfound knowledge with the world.
But an old man stopped me on the road. "Where's the nearest Taco Bell at?" quoth he--and for all my wisdom and power, I simply did not know.