*image by Ben Harubin

This can be called many fine things, but it can also be seen as an unexpected black-hole in the evolutionary fabric of predictability,
and a hole into which only a few care to fly.

Real maps have always been relatively secret in their time, since
all things, including maps, have a life span, and a widespread
usage of the maps would only increase the rate of their decay.

Part of what alcohol and drugs do for ordinary man is to open up
the possibility of doing the unexpected. A cheap imitation, I'd say,
of certain hobbies of the Few.

The true power of habit is just that -- the power of habit.

I once heard a squirrel offer this prayer to the tree gods:
"Guard me from intrigue; save me from suggestion; deliver me
from anger... the rest I can do for myself." After pondering this
for several thousand years, I must admit I'm still amazed.

A strolling man can spy an ant and change his direction while thinking,
"I will not step on this smaller, helpless creature," but no such decision
or compassion is forthcoming from our friends Mr. Earthquake and Mrs. Tidal Wave.

Yeah, I know... but still you best be reminded:
The name of a thing is not its name,
but only what its name is called.