Room 279

February 3, 2024

Room 279 is like a crypt,
a place for burials in stone,
but windows abound & inscryptions too:
“He died in battle yet is now buried in a cask of feathers.”
“A pharaoh had himself mummified in honey, and was already eaten after three decades.”
“While losing her life she thought it was just like losing a grain of sand.”
“…others asked for soma in point of death…”,
“…but the real wisdom is to never be born.”
“AHOOGA AHOOGA!”
“Patlamduri qatapulti, ondigera sarasrupti.”
“The people of those far countries had gods so weak they needed to promise prizes to the believer & punishments to the unfaithful; one was so feeble he ordered to destroy the images of predecessors long time dead; and one such a gaffer he ended up killing himself.”
“A man with a visible sickness in the [canceled part] is unfit for sacrifice. There he is, looking at the cart with the chosen heading to the labyrinth.”
“A saint makes no projects.”
“To tell apart the sky from the earth is the peak of knowledge.”
“♤♡◇♧”
“☆|<>39₩““~~GLGOF”
“_.”

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