via The 2012 Scenario
via The 2012 Scenario
A band of minstrels came, played for a time, and then left.
They sang and they danced, hit the high notes and low notes.
Leapt in the air, fell to the ground.
Swayed to the right, then to the left, formed a circle and danced till they were One.
And then they bowed and left.
Happy Ascension, everyone.
We have 200 years off and then we’re off to the Seventh, where we do it all over again.
via The 2012 Scenario
