There are leaves that never fall in autumn; they hang on all through winter; in the spring they try to live again – being dead … don’t they know?
— Papi Proverb 129
There are leaves that never fall in autumn; they hang on all through winter; in the spring they try to live again – being dead … don’t they know?
— Papi Proverb 129
If not for the desire to share the bounties of his "World of Word Wizardry" - he would remain anonymous.
There is an existence to achieve an existence on all levels; defining crowns set by defining roles give words of description their definition.
The greater challenge to one's pursuit of knowledge is the secrecy bonded and known only to the few initiated on that certain level.
Rarity resides regally - in the center of oneness - nowhere near the outer circle of multiplicity; it only passes through while avoiding the common denominator.

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