The Witch's Corner

And live them well for all light fades,
Blessed and glorious for them enjoy.
With fans fair and horn celebrate,
In a dream of our being, once a shadow; gone.

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Ty, would you stop distracting her with the poetry already?!

Can’t you see we’re fighting for a pine cone here..??

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"Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth…"

So care in waters,
To 'ware, might flee?
In swirling dark,
Cold grip, his keep.

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

Yet sit idle, with aged wife; king,
With gavel and quill half-justice bring,
Those savage masses feed and hoard,
And count themselves, they leap - asleep.
A little profit, the sep'rate few,
With waking eyes a ship could board.
To set new course when mourning due,
While others blink and cry out fraud!

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.

Fin.

That last line, oof.

It hits hard does it not?

Not shit.
:P

Tennyson is one on my favorites

Half a league, half a league.
Yep, not shit.

Had a hand in does not equate to in control of.
It is certainly possible to have a hand in something that later becomes out of your control, yet you are still subject to it's control.

Watering the seed does not control the direction in which the branches grow.

And so forth.

Felt like elaborating more on this and putting aside the vehicle metaphor in favour of the tree.

The tree is free to grow and change as best it can in the environment it exists despite it having no say in how it ended up in that environment nor what the environment is or how it acts, it is still free to act as best it can though.

Entirely different is the case of the bonsai, it's seed is planted, watered, wrapped in wire, trimmed, cut, twisted, warped and shaped. At no point is it given chance to grow as best it feels suited to the environment, the responsibility is entirely upon those who are guiding it's every moment to an end they say fit to look upon.
The end result may be one of beauty, though that is in the eye of the beholder and any number of other shapes - including a natural, free grown one - may appeal to any number of observers. Not to mention the smol tree itself.

So whilst the bonsai may have his roots there and grows as best it can within the environment, the one with the wire and clippers has become entirely responsible for the outcome. Is the one who planted the seed or the tree responsible if the result is not to the gardeners liking?

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No. I want THAT pine cone.

That one, right there. The one you’re holding.

That one.

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Ah... but your actions control the reaction of the other
person..
(tugging lightly on the silver cord still attached to Ty's
wrist...)
to every action...there is an opposite reaction.

Nope. Reactions can be planned for, aimed for, coerced as well as anticipated to occur after an action, but the action doesn't control the reaction.

Just as your actions in bringing this up and repeatedly referencing some strange cord pairing fantasy doesn't control that I've reacted with bumblefart snarfelumpf.

I'm still here though.

Dunno who's been mistaken for me but I'm sitting here with no memory of a last time and secure in the knowledge of there being no this time.

Additionally; hallo :)

I'm still here though.

Dunno who's been mistaken for me but I'm sitting here with no memory of a last time and secure in the knowledge of there being no this time.

Additionally; hallo :)

Ahhhh, but the Astral is the REAL world, where you are ElfSong’s slavish boy toy, to be used and abused at her whim until her nearly insatiable thirst is fully slaked and satisfied.

…and you had best satisfy her if you know what’s good for you.

But no worries.

She will safely return you to this 3D physicality where you will wake up wondering, “Was it a dream…?” while she wryly smiles knowingly.

Be glad that it’s Elf taking you to the forest. If it was G-Dub, you wouldn’t sit down for a week.



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Elf smiles and pulls a big beautiful pinecone out of her
pouch...

Ah... Z... I have one right here... would you like this one?

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Yes, thank you. G-Dub beat me up and took back the one she gave me.

(Bitch!)

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LOL

How did you manage to get out of your shackles?!

I need to get a better restraint system apparently.

Have you tried Super Glue??

Have you tried Super Glue??