The Unconservatory

Written by somebody who has had a close encounter

with Harmonic Experience

A mysterious, mythical sruti fable...

Wee ones and our higher selves, meet

Pythagoras ~ The road well traveled,

Quintus ~ The cliff on either side,

Septus ~ From above, reminds us that, while

we sometimes jump, for the most part we

are ground dwellers.

Onus is God.

Tredecus the edge, wee ones, of this bubble

may know the sea.

Will we?

Will wee?

Wee wee?

Oui, oui!


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Updated: January 25, 2001 (KB)

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