I retire to a grotto chiseled in a gnarled knot of stone on the continent's edge. The continent is irrelevant. And the stone and grotto, for that matter. Because when the ocean rises, no one moans but me. And the universe is nothing if not a bell for suffering. Ding dong, ding dong.

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CraigTowsley about 13 years ago

Mysterious but not at the same time, like a zen koan.

Galen about 13 years ago

This reminds me somehow of http://sixminutestory.com/stories/newtons-shell-theorem

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