New Information?

I have been informed that I should post a new blog. I have further been informed that I should discuss philosophical insanity, basing my views (or lack thereof) upon my recently-overheard discussion [mostly with myself, except that others were present] of toes and bannisters. However doubtful it may appear to the uninformed, these two things were not connected, except insofar as they happened to be discussed in sequence. The only link was that I was discussing both of them.

However.

This seems to me to be a more than usually unentertaining topic, and I would find it much more amusifying in my current frame of mynde to randomly generate words which make spell-check have a fit.

Therefore.

Thee reyst uv thees blogg shall bordyr onn eencomprehenshibul.

Perhaps.

Never mind. Instead I'll describe my surroundings, and see what comes of it.

Just to my left, there is a tower. It is a relatively small tower, but a lot seems to be going on inside. Outside, too, for that matter. That's too confusing, so for now I'll stay inside. The posts are grey; there are strange tiles on the floor; a grinning skull is set up on a strange sort of altar and crowned with what appears to be a yellow topaz. A black thing I am incapable of identifying hangs down from the ceiling, interfering with passage into the tower, which seems to be only accessible by a wooden hanging bridge. The rocks beyond the tower, as well as those that make up its base, are white. Outside the tower, another skull is displayed, this one with flames shooting up from its head. I'm afraid I fail to grasp the significance of this, so I will move on.

Apparently the green pig to the left of the tower is a bit nervous about his predicament. He is eying the tower in a good-naturedly askance sort of way.

Much farther on, a cat sits in a garden path, his back to me, enjoying what looks like spring. He doesn't seem to realize that if he continues forward, he will eventually stumble upon a highly literate dragon poring over his library.

To my right, a silver castle manages to somehow look homey. It seems a cozy place to spend a winter evening. I wonder if they allow strangers?

I pause and look up, and am swallowed by the Greater Orion Nebula in all its fantastic glory. Clouds of strange gasses swirl around me, light emanates from odd directions, and nothing is as it seems. What kind of God is this, who creates reaches of space so vast they can never be explored, and so mysterious that even if they were examined, they could not be understood? A great God. An awesome God.

Farther to the right, beyond the silver castle, lie purple and black hills. They are soft, but bear a strange resemblance to half an octopus. They are followed by a steep grey-white slope down to the safe green...earth? Hmm. I suppose you could call it that.

And not much came of that, either. Well. That'll teach me to pontificate when I have nothing worth pontificatifying. Or perhaps simply pontifying; I don't know. Is there a pont to all this pointification? I shall content myself by assuming not.