Project Supreme U #26
“…He hath as it were the strength of an unicorn: he shall eat up the nations his enemies, and shall break their bones, and pierce them through with his arrows.”
-from Numbers 24:8 KJV
It’s pretty hardcore how in almost all the nine times Unicorns were mentioned in the King James Version bible, they are allusions to power and brutality.
(to find out what Unicorns are doing in the bible, this site may help:
Project Supreme U 09
M.O.M. Classification: XXXX
The unicorn is a beautiful beast found throughout the forests of northern Europe. It is a pure white, horned horse when fully grown, though foals are initially golden, and turn silver before achieving maturity. The unicorn’s horn, blood, and hair all have highly magical properties. It generally avoids human contact, is more likely to allow a witch to approach it than a wizard, and is so fleet of foot that it is very difficult to capture.
— from Newt Scamander’s Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
"A half-read book is a half-finished love affair."
Coming across this passage from Cloud Atlas made me pause and sheepishly glance at the books I’ve opened, read, and halfway through (sometimes even before that being in the world between their covers.
After a while, I manage to look away from my unfinished stack and continue reading. After all, not all love affairs are all that.
"Regiminate!" - 09 August 2014
Regiminate - Regidalek mashes up two loves, an old one and a new: Pokémon and Doctor Who.
Inspired by my first encounter with the Regis onscreen and finally hearing what they sound like, I couldn’t help but be reminded by their short, robotic bursts of the recurring DW villains, the Daleks.
Behold, a contradictory Frankenstein monster of a benign, protective creature and a hateful, destructive monster!
Robert : “What do you think death is?”
Emma : “Silence. No more talking. No more running. No more lying or fighting, or killing. I think it all just stops. It gets really quiet. And then there’s only silence… At least I hope that’s what it is.”
Sometimes I wanna push you off a building, sometimes I wanna help you push someone off a building.
This episode was definitely a time when I was right beside you, especially because of your lines as quoted above.
Death, to me (and I have been thinking it to be so for quite some time now) is the final period in a man’s life. No extra pages follow, no epilogues. No Heaven. No Hell. No afterlife in its myriad versions. Only death. Only silence. Only nothingness. Only peace.
Project Daemoniac #4
“If you believe in the guy with the red cape and the pitchfork, then the world is divided up between good and evil. Of course, evolved thinkers like us know that life’s not quite so absolute.”
Daniel Pierce, Perception
Project Daemoniac #5
“I shall fear no evil, for You are with me.”
Will your faith, whatever form it may take, be enough to get you through your darkest days? Will it be an advantage over those without it? Or will it be nothing more than a source of false bravado?
If Christian mythological beings and creatures exist after all, I would like the end of my life to resemble a particular scene from Neil Gaiman’s ‘The Price’:
"It was the Devil.
I had never seen the Devil before, and, although I had written about him in the past, if pressed would have confessed that I had no belief in him, other than as an imaginary figure, tragic and Miltonian.
The figure coming up the driveway was not Milton’s Lucifer. It was the Devil.”
Sleeping after a tiring travel brings about strange dreams, I’ve found.
For example, I dreamt I woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty. Tiptoeing in the darkness, I make my way towards our dining room. Before I could open the refrigerator, I notice something bouncing on the dining room floor.
In the darkness, it was difficult to see, but my eyes soon adjusted and I was able to tell that it was actually a large frog, jumping up and down in place, upright. This struck me as weird until I realized that it’s upper half was stuck on a spider’s web, and that it was bouncing so it could get away.
However, before it could, a huge spider (in my dream the spider had the carapace of a tan-brown crab, and was just as large) slipped out of its hiding place and started attacking the frog.
In the way that events of a dream blur into each other, the spider had lost its battle against the frog, and was now weakly twitching inside its prey’s mouth; the frog was alive, victorious.
As I woke up, I wondered if the spider had managed to inject the amphibian with its venom before it lost.
This is what I had expected to happen to Charlie Day’s character in Pacific Rim. Hahaha.