I’m allowed to ask innocent questions. I’m also allowed (nay, expected) to visit other crank sites and gobble up their good stuffs with mad raptorous abandonment*.
So I wolf the u-tubes of folks like Jimmy (‘Bright Insight’) (loooove his enthusiasm); or of a someone who seems happy making a living by helping folks glut their desires for mystery—Brien Foerster’s offerings are worth the visit too. It’s an honest buck**.
I follow leads, asking questions from a great height (Google satellites—we mortals can’t get much higher from our armchairs). Like this—
—which to put into context you’d have to go to Brien’s UT post: CLICK HERE
I notice a lot of things but the most intriguing might also have the most mundane explanations: like what are those wee circles?
While poor ol’ Brien ponders his shattered pyramid being off true north by 23 degrees, I ponder the minors … here, have a nice shattered pyramid—
—possibly damaged beyond economical repair by some oaf stumbling about in the dark. Or perhaps God got grumpy ‘cos they didn’t slaughter Him enough lambs***.
I love cranks and admire anyone who turns an honest buck. People want weirdies, Brien serves ’em up—but genuine weirdies you can touch, kick, climb over and feel that you’ve got your money’s worth—
—not like those in church where the holey bikkie blatantly does NOT become human flesh, nor the wine turn into (retch) blood. Brrrrr, but it takes all sorts …
“He wot, you say? Loves animals? Oh … really?”
* No. Good spotting, but it’s not a typo … us birdbrains are right into our puns, no?
** Hence my intense dislike of the clergy (any clergy).
*** God looooooves little lambs, they’re so … … innocent. And delicious.