Tangentialdrone - “someone Will Remember Us”, I Say…

on friendship

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I would never innovate. Reinventing the wheel gets a bad rap but it's actually a great way to spend a quiet Saturday night. i love to invent wheel. It's a fun, creatively stimulating activity, and what's more is at the end of it, you get a free a wheel. What I hate to do is invent the supercausal warp drive – too stressful! I do not wish to consider the moral and economic implications of bleeding edge technologies which could one day pave the road to mankind's destiny in the stars. Not my cup of tea. I would much rather spend a nice relaxing Saturday evening at home with a couple of close friends, just stay in and sit back on the couch and in between sips of arnold palmer someone muses "Say, what if there were to be a wheel?". And we nod and laugh and let loose a dispassionate "eureka" or two, no exclamation points necessary. And nobody's heart rate deviates from 60 beats per minute for the entire duration of the function. And when we say our goodbyes and head to bed at 7 PM sharp we can rest easy knowing that the future of extrasolar manned missions to distant worlds rests firmly off our shoulders. And as we drift off after a glass of warm milk, we look forward to our next little get together and dream up new ideas for Wheel.

-despite everything, there is still love

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Once upon a time, in a far away land, there was a perfectly triangular lake with a kingdom on each side. One day, the three kingdoms went to war for control of the lake. The first kingdom was very wealthy and sent many knights, each with their own squire. The second kingdom was moderately wealthy and sent several knights with a few squires among them. The third kingdom was poor and sent their only knight, an old man, with his squire. The night before the battle, the armies celebrates. The first kingdom's army drank fine wine, the second kingdom's army drank ale, and the squire of the third kingdom tied a rope into a noose and used it to hang a pot from a tree, which he used to cook dinner for him and the knight. The next day the knights from the first two kingdoms were too drunk to fight and the knight from the third kingdom was too feeble to fight, so the squires went to war instead. Amazingly, the third kingdom's squire was able to singlehandedly match the squires from the other two kingdoms.

The moral of the story is that the the squire of the high pot and noose is equal to the sum of the squires of the other two sides.

You know that idealized version of yourself that haunts you with guilt about what you haven't yet become?

They didn't show up.

They don't deserve your praise.

The you who is reading this made it here, despite everything.

This you is the garden worthy of your love and effort.