Meister Threeius,
In a myriad of myriads, along the unequivocal eloquence of the abyss, lies a story that belies fantasy. A shepherd boy started it all on the eve of a dawn many years ago, a young uncouth boy, with their eye on the prize, and his name was Juan. All the time Juan was looking to find what others neglected, and within that, the pearl in the oyster, for he believed the world was to be his oyster, and he the master of his domain. Taking his time he wandered to lands far and near, constantly searching, constantly questioning, constantly devouring knowledge like as if it was squid, and he a mighty sperm whale. In one sense, perhaps he was, but not to digress. Laughing and living, loving and hating, hurting and trying, living yet dying Juan moved forward with the rewards of his travels and the knowledge of his endeavors and conquests. He left behind his youthful grinn, he left the master beats to others, he loved the night and met her mistresses, and he too was what one day they were. He pained, but he knew one day the monster would come, the king of kongs, the ultimate gorilla. To this day Juan chooses to choose, and lives to try to learn furthermore, even the study of the act of futility fascinates him. He concentrates, even on the frugal, on those ones may call Scroogius. For once the mighty threw him in jail, yet the mightier tables have been reversed for in this life nothing is served but once. The screw will be had, and not the prison type, well not for Juan at least. Fear not and worry less, there are lesser things to worry about, and greater pains to conquer. The diamond is glorious in its glory of ambiguity, and the corona is in the same boat off the coast of Cancun awaiting to be sipped one day. May the speed of gods good grace be glorious to you and yours on this mighty of Sabbath eves.
~redius
AI
