me: To what do I owe this pleasure, Lord of Shadows?
Lord of Shadows: Queen Shaylah. The Darkness serves the Queen of Light. For it is the Queen who has power to kill the King of Red and raise the Yellow. Yes, the Yellow, for the Yellow King is the one who hangs the Skin of the Bear upon his string and delights in the Umbrage of Chaos and Obscurity. Do you fear the King in Yellow.
me: I Fear nothing.
Lord of Shadows: You are one with the Light! We sha'll break you.
me: You may try to break me all you wish but that which is broken too much is dust, and dust cannot be held with the hand but is breathed in and poisons its aggressor.
Lord of Shadow: So be it.
The river tumbling green and white, far below me; the dark high banks, the plentiful umbrage , many bronze cedars, in shadow; and tempering and arching all the immense materiality, a clear sky overhead, with a few white clouds, limpid, spiritual, silent.
-- Walt Whitman, Specimen Days & Collect
"i shut the door and in the morning
it was open
Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.
Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.
This meatball recipe is kicking my ass. I tracked down some shallots but I can't find fresh basil leaves and the conversion from fresh leaf to dried basil is all over the place when one searches for it. Also, who uses Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese? No one sells it locally, not even Whole Foods; I'm gonna have to find a substitute for that now or order it online (and it's soooo expensive).
If bees did go extinct, we could always hire people to dress up as bees and pollinate flowers with tiny feather dusters. Sure it'd be more expensive, but there are also millions of idle teens.