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” Wilma had grown fond of the Centipede that laid eggs in Philip’s Medula Oblong Gotta.”

Choose what advice you would give Wilma in her situation from the list below and type it into the comments box or add your own idea as to what Wilma should do or not do.

Kill Philip and run away with the Centipede.
Remove the Centipede eggs and raise them as her own.
Scoop the eggs from Philip’s skull and eat them.
Kill the Centipede and make Philip eat the eggs
Remain sitting on Philip’s leg and say nothing.
Soak everything in gasoline and light a match.

3 Responses to “Steve’s Blogs”

Soak everything in gasoline and light a match.

Amanda Smith said this on May 6, 2008 at 7:40 pm | Reply
Remove the Centipede eggs and raise them as her own.

Debbie said this on May 8, 2008 at 5:03 am | Reply
Kill the Centipede and make Philip eat the eggs….and see what else grows.

Josh McGill said this on June 13, 2008 at 5:14 am | Reply

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Now imagine this. Imagine you're seeing it. Like you see aureoles around buddhas. Like you see the beatific vision at the end of Dante's 'Paradiso.' Vivid, vivid light, so bright that it is like the clear light of the void in the Tibetan Book of the Dead. It's beyond light, it's so bright. And you watch it receeding from you. And on the edges, like a great star, there becomes a rim of red. And beyond that, a rim of orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. You see this great mandela appearing this great sun, and beyond the violet, there's black. Black, like obsidian, not flat black, but transparent black, like lacquer. And again, blazing out of the black, as the _yang_ comes from the _yin_, more light. Going, going, going. And along with this light, there comes sound. There is a sound so tremendous with the white light that you can't hear it, so piercing that it seems to annihilate the ears. But then along with the colors, the sound goes down the scale in harmonic intervals, down, down, down, down, until it gets to a deep thundering base which is so vibrant that it turns into something solid, and you begin to get the similar spectrum of textures. Now all this time, you've been watching a kind of thing radiating out. 'But,' it says, 'you know, this isn't all I can do,' and the rays start dancing like this, and the sound starts waving, too, as it comes out, and the textures start varying themselves, and they say, well, you've been looking at this this as I've been describing it so far in a flat dimension. Let's add a third dimension; it's going to come right at you now. And meanwhile, it says, we're not going to just do like this, we're going to do little curlicues. And it says, 'well, that's just the beginning!' Making squares and turns, and then suddenly you see in all the little details that become so intense, that all kinds of little subfigures are contained in what you originally thought were the main figures, and the sound starts going all different, amazing complexities if sound all over the place, and this thing's going, going, going, and you think you're going to go out of your mind, when suddenly it turns into... Why, us, sitting around here. ~Alan Watts "Zen Bones"