Problems within the mil.angelic.cel.spec Neurodivergent Necessities Complex have presented themselves and Celestial energies have answered in the affirmative. Beyond this point, I cannot say. I am not a Celestial. I am a human Man.
Not just a man--a Hungarian Man. Still--even for one such as I... there are Limits. The upshot of all this is, the more I learn by watching you, (PROT)... the less I can understand. As the volume of one's knowledge expands, the surface of one's ignorance--the boundary between what One knows, and what One does *not* know--continues its expansion at an exponentially widening ratio.
Imagine a balloon. (*wiggles brow while frowning*) No, no. No, not 99 red luftballoons. I guess it's too late now, isn't it? Okay, so pick one (1) balloon. Oh, oops; that one has been abducted. Balloonnapped, if one wills it.
Hey, I was very clear: "imagine a balloon." Well, you presented me with 99 of the goddam things, so, you're gonna get some breakage. It happens. It's just a balloon, right?
One is as good as another. Right? Got it. Let's rewind Time... imagine a balloon.
Hey... niiice balloon. Okay, how does one inflate the balloon to maximum, without it
*pop* Oh, dear. I liked that one, too. I just wanted one balloon, you know? Oh, that's right. You don't know. I started off with one request. And now... I'm surrounded by scraps of shredded latex, 98 children who look like their best friend just died, and a sadface clown, off to the side, holding a bag of empty balloons and standing beside an oxygen tank. A sign on the tank reads: "FREE HEIR."
*sigh* Well, I'm sure we all want that.
The grhäus (Ὦ) expressed in radians would be 2π/1461 (this, of course, the Earth specific Ὦ).
For shits and giggles I
Calypso, the places You've been to,
the things that You've shown us, the stories You tell.
Aye, Calypso, I sing to Your Spirit, those mer-men who have served You so long and so well.
Like the dolphin who guides You, You bring us beside You
to light up the darkness and show us the way.
For though we are strangers in Your silent world, to live on the land we must learn from the sea.
To be true as the tide and free as a wind swell, joyful and loving in letting it be.
Aye, Calypso, the places You've been to,
the things that You've shown us, the stories You tell.
Aye, Calypso, I sing to Your Spirit, those mer-men who have served You so long and so well.
To sail on a dream on a crystal clear ocean, to ride on the crest of the wild raging storm.
To work in the service of life and the living, in search of the answers to questions unknown.
Aye, Calypso, the places You've been to,
the things that You've shown us, the stories You tell.
Aye, Calypso, I sing to Your Spirit, those mer-men who have served You so long and so well.
To be part of the movement and part of the growing, part of beginning to understand.
*POP*
