Settle For What You Can

Really, These Wizards! You'd Think No One Had Ever Had A Cold Before! Well, What Is It?" She Asked, Hobbling Through The Bedroom Door Onto The Filthy Carpet. "i'm Dying Of Boredom," Howl Said Pathetically. "or Maybe Just Dying.

This Is The Mythosphere. It's Made Up Of All The Stories, Theories And Beliefs, Legends, Myths And Hopes, That Are Generated Here On Earth. As You Can See, It's Constantly Growing And Moving As People Invent New Tales To Tell Or Find New Things To Believe. The Older Strands Move Out To Become These Spirals, Where Things Tend To Become Quite Crude And Dangerous. They've Hardened Off, You See.

Typical! I Break My Neck Trying To Get Here, And I Find You Peacefully Tidying Up!

Hope Is The Forward-looking Part Of Memory.

It's Amazing The Way One Can Take A Step Ten And A Half Miles Long And Still Always Land In A Cowpat.