In the days of yore, it is said that men would often participate in 'food fights'. In ritualistic dances, they would toss food - precious food! - at one another, ideally foods that would stain and ruin clothes. In this manner did they honour their deity, with sacrifice; for it is sacrifice that gives meaning to loss.
Today, the 'food fight' is a frivolous activity, of no meaning or value to anyone; the sort of thing children do. The League of Desmond, however, does not practice thus. When spaghetti was knocked on the floor (and Mattehewe's foote), did we dismiss it as an accident? No! It is now legend among us, the Battle of the Spaghetti. Thus do we give all things meaning. When my tortellini was carelessly knocked onto the ground - my only meal - was it abandoned? No! The salvagable core was recovered, and my meal was saved.
This, then, is the way of the League of Desmond. Let not pasta be dismissed, thought without meaning! No! In even the least of our actions, in the mundanity of ordinary life, let us consecrate our actions - let us make our every gesture meaningful. Let us reverse the flow of entropy, that which brings the heat-death of the universe!
This is the teaching of the Timmerick.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Soul Force
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This is probably one of the best posts on the blog! My casual admiring glances.
when did mssr. timmeracke ever teach us this
Afterschool. I guess you missed it? It was pretty cool, Qesly can tell you about it.
I didn't see it either. I assumed the food fight info was leading up to Jeltharean lore, with a Timmaraquoean conclusion for consistency.
I was there when he taught us.
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