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<p>date: 2019-08-19
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<p><em>February 13, 2014:</em></p>
<div class="verse">I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt, and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again."
<em>- Lewis Carroll</em></div>
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<p>I&rsquo;ve mentioned ritual before, but I think that&rsquo;s tied into the larger feeing of portentousness. Ritual is one way to sate that sense of intense meaning surrounding an act or an object.</p>
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<blockquote class="twitter-tweet" lang="en"><p>A goose is dumb. A thousand geese darkening the horizon is a portent. Mindless honking, individually directionless, collectively unstoppable</p>&mdash; Makyo (@drab_makyo) <a href="https://twitter.com/drab_makyo/statuses/433658156988628992">February 12, 2014</a></blockquote>
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<p>Any little thing can carry meaning for one person far outweighing what it might mean to others. Something about flocks of geese terrifies me. It&rsquo;s not a logical fear, it&rsquo;s a sense of foreboding. It&rsquo;s not the geese themselves, it&rsquo;s the concept of geese, the lack of any ritual to solve the problem of geese.</p>
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<blockquote class="twitter-tweet" lang="en"><p>A goose is tasty. Geese taste like horror. Acrid tang of ill omens *froth*</p>&mdash; Makyo (@drab_makyo) <a href="https://twitter.com/drab_makyo/statuses/433658390103879680">February 12, 2014</a></blockquote>
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<p>It&rsquo;s dumb. Geese are dumb. There&rsquo;s no reason I should feel any sort of emotion at all surrounding geese, but I do.</p>
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<blockquote class="twitter-tweet" lang="en"><p>Why are geese so portentous? Why do they cause anxiety? Did I take my meds this morning?</p>&mdash; Makyo (@drab_makyo) <a href="https://twitter.com/drab_makyo/statuses/433658641384607744">February 12, 2014</a></blockquote>
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<p>Ritual is like that. There is some level of meaning that&rsquo;s inexpressible except if you can find a way to come at it from the side. Use words like &lsquo;portent&rsquo;. Describe it as an odor, a sense, a mystery. Ritual and sensation are wily and wary critters that want nothing less than to be identified, pointed out, made plain. You&rsquo;re supposed to just go along with the ritual and accept the portentous as fact.</p>
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