The numbers and the anti-numbers splay before me as harbingers of a hope. In the sciences of prophecy I am an apprentice of no one, and the interpretations have no discipline. Meanings fly into my mind as swift as whipping wind, and strike me senseless at times. What do I believe? For it was by signs that I first came to pray, and my faith is no longer some light thing; I must find a way to understand mysterious things. At times they came true, the futures whispered to me in secret, and I cannot dismiss them outright, these ethereal wonderings. I must walk the line between scientist and saint, though I am probably neither. And the numbers, if they do tell me things: may they not merely be reflections of my desire, tricks of the light. For I will keep the candle lit, if I can, to hope for impossible things — as if I were meant to do this, all along. As if hope cannot ever die.
Reflection
10:57pm monday, 10th january
Thanks, I always come to h13.com for my sleeping needs.
Stand
2:00am tuesday, 11th january
If anyone is confused, someone posted a comment that was an ad for mattresses or something like that, and Reflection was responding to that. I have since removed the comment spam.
Red
4:50pm sunday, 23rd january
Why must you "walk the line between scientist and saint?" Is that something the numbers told you?
Reflection
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Red
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