Immortal Mortality
A Prometheus Foundation Lecture Series
Episode IV: Sieno of Pleiades
Featured Speaker:
Callistus Panaceus, BA (Via Lactea) MA (Pleiades) PhD (Atavus Terra), Associate Professor of Theopsychology at the University of Orion
Students, I begin today’s talk with the words of a prominent denizen of Universe 23, one Marcus Tullius Cicero: “There are many questions in philosophy to which no satisfactory answer has yet been given. But the question of the nature of the gods is the darkest and most difficult of all…. So various and so contradictory are the opinions of the most learned men on this matter as to pe
Mean
by Max D’Ambrosio
I think that potential must be an inherently good thing, despite the fact that catastrophe is usually a far more likely outcome than success. The middle ground, the fertile ground, with the potential to go either way, to crystallize or dissolve or anything else in between… that’s what I believe in. I have no idea how I can still believe in it, even now, but I do. That probably means I’m some sort of fundamentalist, although I don’t know if you can really be a fundamentalist about the midpoint of something, rather than one of its extremes.
In March of 2005 Lori’s belly radiated pure
Ode to Nothing, from Nothing by Ambr0sius, literature
Literature
Ode to Nothing, from Nothing
Ode to Nothing, from Nothing
Max D’Ambrosio
Write me an ode, write an ode to me
Make me your subject, your content
Make nature your project, your
Subjugated, abject object, but
Make sure that you really
Make it about me
Ever so subtly
Sing softly
Don’t give out lavish praise
All blacks and whites, no grays
All metaphors, no ways
To break, or even slip, out of that haze
Instead, make it possible
Not to be responsible
Make it about that
By which you are amazed
Sing softly
Make it about me
Not about an ancient tree
Not about the sea
And especially
None of those horribly overused words
Simpering on about how sweet songbirds
Sing s
Open Letter to My Enemies by Ambr0sius, literature
Literature
Open Letter to My Enemies
Open Letter to My Enemies
From the Desk of MALEVOLAR,
Almighty God-King of the Universe,
Z’uckustrium of Z’eem,
Grand Vizier to the Quantum Hyper-Vizier of the Evil Viziers’ Union,
Most Large-Person’d Andromedan Ultrathlete,
Extinction-Level Sentient Mobile Weapons Platform Certification Code 00003,
Huggable and Fluffy Tyrant of the Cuddlepuff Cuddleplex,
Patron Deity of Heaven AOS version 1.07,
Three-Time Employee of the Month at FROX LabourStation 1A,
Universe’s Best Dad (thirty standard years running),
etc.
To the assorted Dictators, Hive-Minds, Evil Viziers, Elected Weaseloids, Unconfirmed Deities, Con
Clearing Clear
Max D’Ambrosio
Dear deer
Good wood
Pleasant mood
Green grass
Break-of-fast
For the deer
Resting here
There’s no mud
Nothing crude
Nothing dirty
Nothing skewed
All is gentle
All is calm
Nature’s backyard
Sunny lawn
Just a clearing
In the wood
With a deer
Grazing here
Good subject
For an ode?
Sing, softly
Near the deer
Are some flies
Dragon-kind
Never mind
All the worms
They’re around
In the ground
They belong
Leaving graceful
Flitting things
On the surface
Where they sing
On glassy wings
And the deer
Stately creature
Pretty feature
Of the clearing
It is king
Sing softly, sing softly
Dear deery
Such a
Break a Leg
by Max D'Ambrosio
In my first interview with Titania "Tania" Rheme, president and CEO of Daedalean Prosthetics Corporation, I asked her whether there was any truth to the rumours and accusations that the artificial lower legs she wore were a deliberate attempt to offend her predominantly conservative critics. It was said that her dramatically curved shins and circular footpads were meant to resemble "the cloven hooves of the Devil himself." This perception was exacerbated by her penchant for wearing red power suits.
Rheme stated unequivocally that this was an invention of her political enemies, the various groups of people w
Paragons
by Max D'Ambrosio
Just after sunrise on the day before Lantern Day, Brother Moth swings his heavy canvas sail against the pressure of a summer windstorm. He shifts his weight and hauls the practice wing around his body as his feet slowly slide across the damp grass, holding it still from top and bottom until his tendons bite and complain. The sturdy bean-shaped moth wing only sways gently back and forth against the rapid buffeting gusts, but he can feel his nostrils and cheeks shudder and flap inward like leaves being pushed between tree branches. He thinks that the wind must be flattening his skin against his flesh and making him
Immortal Mortality
A Prometheus Foundation Lecture Series
Episode IV: Sieno of Pleiades
Featured Speaker:
Callistus Panaceus, BA (Via Lactea) MA (Pleiades) PhD (Atavus Terra), Associate Professor of Theopsychology at the University of Orion
Students, I begin today’s talk with the words of a prominent denizen of Universe 23, one Marcus Tullius Cicero: “There are many questions in philosophy to which no satisfactory answer has yet been given. But the question of the nature of the gods is the darkest and most difficult of all…. So various and so contradictory are the opinions of the most learned men on this matter as to pe
Mean
by Max D’Ambrosio
I think that potential must be an inherently good thing, despite the fact that catastrophe is usually a far more likely outcome than success. The middle ground, the fertile ground, with the potential to go either way, to crystallize or dissolve or anything else in between… that’s what I believe in. I have no idea how I can still believe in it, even now, but I do. That probably means I’m some sort of fundamentalist, although I don’t know if you can really be a fundamentalist about the midpoint of something, rather than one of its extremes.
In March of 2005 Lori’s belly radiated pure
Ode to Nothing, from Nothing by Ambr0sius, literature
Literature
Ode to Nothing, from Nothing
Ode to Nothing, from Nothing
Max D’Ambrosio
Write me an ode, write an ode to me
Make me your subject, your content
Make nature your project, your
Subjugated, abject object, but
Make sure that you really
Make it about me
Ever so subtly
Sing softly
Don’t give out lavish praise
All blacks and whites, no grays
All metaphors, no ways
To break, or even slip, out of that haze
Instead, make it possible
Not to be responsible
Make it about that
By which you are amazed
Sing softly
Make it about me
Not about an ancient tree
Not about the sea
And especially
None of those horribly overused words
Simpering on about how sweet songbirds
Sing s
Open Letter to My Enemies by Ambr0sius, literature
Literature
Open Letter to My Enemies
Open Letter to My Enemies
From the Desk of MALEVOLAR,
Almighty God-King of the Universe,
Z’uckustrium of Z’eem,
Grand Vizier to the Quantum Hyper-Vizier of the Evil Viziers’ Union,
Most Large-Person’d Andromedan Ultrathlete,
Extinction-Level Sentient Mobile Weapons Platform Certification Code 00003,
Huggable and Fluffy Tyrant of the Cuddlepuff Cuddleplex,
Patron Deity of Heaven AOS version 1.07,
Three-Time Employee of the Month at FROX LabourStation 1A,
Universe’s Best Dad (thirty standard years running),
etc.
To the assorted Dictators, Hive-Minds, Evil Viziers, Elected Weaseloids, Unconfirmed Deities, Con
Clearing Clear
Max D’Ambrosio
Dear deer
Good wood
Pleasant mood
Green grass
Break-of-fast
For the deer
Resting here
There’s no mud
Nothing crude
Nothing dirty
Nothing skewed
All is gentle
All is calm
Nature’s backyard
Sunny lawn
Just a clearing
In the wood
With a deer
Grazing here
Good subject
For an ode?
Sing, softly
Near the deer
Are some flies
Dragon-kind
Never mind
All the worms
They’re around
In the ground
They belong
Leaving graceful
Flitting things
On the surface
Where they sing
On glassy wings
And the deer
Stately creature
Pretty feature
Of the clearing
It is king
Sing softly, sing softly
Dear deery
Such a
Break a Leg
by Max D'Ambrosio
In my first interview with Titania "Tania" Rheme, president and CEO of Daedalean Prosthetics Corporation, I asked her whether there was any truth to the rumours and accusations that the artificial lower legs she wore were a deliberate attempt to offend her predominantly conservative critics. It was said that her dramatically curved shins and circular footpads were meant to resemble "the cloven hooves of the Devil himself." This perception was exacerbated by her penchant for wearing red power suits.
Rheme stated unequivocally that this was an invention of her political enemies, the various groups of people w
Paragons
by Max D'Ambrosio
Just after sunrise on the day before Lantern Day, Brother Moth swings his heavy canvas sail against the pressure of a summer windstorm. He shifts his weight and hauls the practice wing around his body as his feet slowly slide across the damp grass, holding it still from top and bottom until his tendons bite and complain. The sturdy bean-shaped moth wing only sways gently back and forth against the rapid buffeting gusts, but he can feel his nostrils and cheeks shudder and flap inward like leaves being pushed between tree branches. He thinks that the wind must be flattening his skin against his flesh and making him
Woo, new pictures that aren't mine. The Tower of Babel is a very sad story, but it's my favourite one in the Christian bible.
Also, like many, I am incredibly excited about Bungie's Destiny! The warlock in the profile pic is not terribly clear, but meh.