P3

 There are complications.
There are enemies, both without and within.
Some personalities disappear.
They hear voices in the sky, and start dreaming of the Fortress.




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I was happy, until the bad men came.
We went to school, but it was very hard.
I don't like it here; it's scary, but at least we can still run around and play.


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Why didn't the chicken cross the Möbius strip?

Because he couldn't get to the other side!







'It's the effect you create that counts, it's the change you cause that is important.
It really doesn't matter who you are, how you do it or even why-
it's just necessary that you or someone else does it!!!'


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Imagine, if you will, the face of an analog clock and think of any hour on the dial (one, two, three….all the way to twelve.) You have a totally free choice. You can even change your mind if you like. Now we’re going to inject some randomness into your decision. Imagine that your finger is the hour hand and, starting at midnight, spell out the hour you chose, moving your finger clockwise by one step for each letter. (For instance, if you thought of seven, you’d spell out s-e-v-e-n, moving the time forward a total of five hours.). After you’ve done that, your finger will be on a new number. Starting there, spell this number, following the same procedure as before, moving your finger around the dial until you land on yet another number. Repeat the procedure one last time, starting where you left off. Remember the hour on which your finger finally lands. This is your selection. You arrived at this number randomly after making a free choice, so I think it’s fair to say that it would be impossible for me to know where your finger ended up. And yet I’m getting an impression right now. In my third eye, a vision of an old mahogany grandfather clock with a swinging pendulum and hand-painted Roman numerals on the dial. The image is ghostly and pale. I can barely make out the face. The hour-hand reads: One o’clock.