First there was a void, then a form
Out of nothing all was born
At least, thus saith the sage.
But at six months of age
The Baby Philosopher disagrees.
Because this is what he sees:
First there is a form, then there is a void,
But he would prefer to avoid
the stinky mess
The mountains held up the sky like pillars, releasing plumes of pebbles, streams and silt as far as my girlish eyes could follow, and w...
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