Who encompasses the compass-maker?
Pungenday the Fifty-Third of Chaos in the Year CUS
I have experienced the miraculous.
When I was walking away from campus to see the eclipse last night (it was cool, in that celestial way, but fell just short of spectacular; I expected blood-red, and I got a cloudy tiger-orange, like a sunset without the pink, red, or purple), I pulled my compass out of my jacket pocket and discovered it was broken. I didn't even know they did that, but there it was, quite thoroughly broke. Something I'd done to my jacket had been just a little too much for the poor plastic device and the needle had come off the base and it was so long, Columbus. Oh, well. I'd wanted to use the bearing to the moon for reference once I'd left familiar territory, but as it happened I didn't really need to.
Still, it was a bummer that it had broken, so I mentioned this to my roommate a little while ago ("I didn't even know they did that,") and pulled the compass out of my jacket pocket to show him.
It wasn't broken!
It un-broke.
What?
I have lost my faith in objective reality. I am wondering if the next thing is to start a religion. Help me.
I have experienced the miraculous.
When I was walking away from campus to see the eclipse last night (it was cool, in that celestial way, but fell just short of spectacular; I expected blood-red, and I got a cloudy tiger-orange, like a sunset without the pink, red, or purple), I pulled my compass out of my jacket pocket and discovered it was broken. I didn't even know they did that, but there it was, quite thoroughly broke. Something I'd done to my jacket had been just a little too much for the poor plastic device and the needle had come off the base and it was so long, Columbus. Oh, well. I'd wanted to use the bearing to the moon for reference once I'd left familiar territory, but as it happened I didn't really need to.
Still, it was a bummer that it had broken, so I mentioned this to my roommate a little while ago ("I didn't even know they did that,") and pulled the compass out of my jacket pocket to show him.
It wasn't broken!
It un-broke.
What?
I have lost my faith in objective reality. I am wondering if the next thing is to start a religion. Help me.