Roll the Bones

Connecting the Dots of a Wide-open Universe

What, what am I to do with all of this life?

Gwendolyn Brooks – Maud Martha

We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come. [...] We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, “sketch” is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.

Milan Kundera – The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Caucic

Ironsick

Elosy

Adomania

Arroia

Eftless

Galagog

Grayshift

Evertheless

Starlorn

Craxis

Offtides

Kadot

Ellipsism

Aimonomia

Beloiter

Karanoia

Rialtoscuro

Aftersome

Present-Tense

Fardle-Din

Wellium

Poggled

Nullness

Dead Reckoning

Lilo

Hem-Jawed