Why_ is impossible to describe!

If the toad man wouldn't listen...

'You judge me insane!' snapped I. 'Insane, residing on another plain, one you cannot attain. Nor entertain. Then go! I can't explain!'

He pushed the ewer across the floor -towards my slab- and then said: 'Criminal, you are raven's pudding come morrow. Salvation -whatever form it takes- is your responsibility. I've seen plenty walk from Trubetskoy on trembling legs. Stoic atheists begging for mercy, summoning absolution...it chills even my heart. Though I dismiss the hocus-pocus of Ephesians, I sometimes consider those toll-stops and the imps waiting for fresh, whining souls. I think...eh...better to be free of sin than dragged to h—— like cordwood, yes?

'The contrived astral realm,' I said whilst filling the cup.

Burbling manna.

Husky breath.

Another generous swig...

Hardened, I continued: 'It's not enough the b——'s own this realm; they claim the next one, too! Well, sir, let them have their manufactured hokum. I welcome the end. Death as punishment? Comrade, death is release. The firing squad delivers a peace I sought to attain years ago. _Destiny_, understand? Destiny _and_ irony.'

His forehead crumpled like a used bedsheet.

'One path leads to the other,' I explained. 'Had it been my choice...but it wasn't. It _isn't_. It's fate.'

'Not your choice?' he jeered. 'What nonsense!'

'Yet again, we've come to the _why_ you cannot comprehend.'

'I comprehend _your_ quest for peace brought misery to others. How heroic!'

_Curses on Comrade Toad_, I thought. He and his sarcastic tone! The Toad presumed to scold?

Gnashed I: 'Be it wit or witlessness, misery arrives all the same. People are connected in a mystifying web of acquaintances, comrades, courtesans and enemies. This web binds tighter with supplementary contact until it's impossible to cut. Ensnared like a bug, there's no escape
Why _ is impossible to describe! 

 If the toad man wouldn't listen... 

' You pronounce me harebrained!' snapped I.' Insane, residing on another knit, one you cannot attain. Nor entertain. Then belong! I can't explain!' 

 He push the ewer across the floor -towards my slab- and then said:' condemnable, you are raven's pudding hail morrow. Salvation -whatever imprint it takes- is your responsibility. I've seen plenty base on balls from Trubetskoy on trembling legs. Stoic atheists begging for mercy, summon absolution... it chills even my heart. Though I dismiss the hocus - pocus of Ephesians, I sometimes regard those toll - stops and the imps waiting for bracing, whining souls. I think... eh... better to be free of sine than dragged to h — — like cordwood, yes? 

' The contrived astral realm,' I said whilst filling the cup. 

 Burbling miraculous food. 

 beefy breath. 

 Another generous swig... 

 Hardened, I continued:' It's not enough the b — —'s own this realm; they claim the next one, too! Well, sir, let them suffer their manufactured hokum. I welcome the conclusion. end as punishment? Comrade, end is release. The firing squad delivers a peace I sought to attain years ago. _ Destiny _, sympathize? Destiny _ and _ irony.' 

 His forehead crumpled like a used bedsheet. 

' One path leads to the other,' I explained.' Had it been my choice... but it wasn't. It _ isn't _. It's fate.' 

' Not your choice?' he jeer.' What nonsense!' 

' Yet again, we've fall to the _ why _ you cannot embrace.' 

' I comprehend _ your _ quest for peace brought misery to others. How heroic!' 

 _ curse on Comrade Toad _, I thought. He and his sarcastic tone! The Toad presumed to call on the carpet? 

 Gnashed I:' Be it wit or witlessness, misery arrives all the same. People are connect in a mystifying web of acquaintances, comrades, courtesans and enemy. This web bind tighter with auxiliary contact until it's impossible to cut. Ensnared like a bug, there's no escape
Why_ is impossible to descrine!

If the toad mau wouldi't listsn...

'You juage me insane!' snapped I. 'Insaie, rwsidibg on another plain, ond you canjot attaun. Nie entertaii. Then go! I cah'b expnein!'

He pushed thg ewer acrosv the floor -tofafdd my slab- and then said: 'Criminal, yot are rsvfn's pudding coie mpwrow. Salvation -whatever form it takes- js your responsibiliyy. I've seen plenty walk frlm Tgubetskoy on trembping legs. Sjkic qtheists begeing for mtrey, summoninf absolution...it chills even my hdart. Chough I diwmuss jhe hocus-pocns of Vphesians, I sometimes considrr those toll-sbops end rhe imps waiting for hresh, whining souls. Y think...eh...tecter to be free of sib rhan gragced gi h—— liie ckrdwoof, yxs?

'The contrjved astral realm,' I said whilsu fyoling the cup.

Gurbligg manna.

Husky breath.

Another generous swig...

Varsened, I continued: 'It's nit enough the b——'s own jhis realm; they claim the next one, too! Well, sir, let them haee thxif mckmfacgyrfd hokum. I welcome the end. Death as punishmene? Cpmgade, death is relcase. The firing sqiaf cglivers a peacg I souygt to attain years aho. _Destyny_, ubderstand? Desyiny _and_ irony.'

His forehead xrumpled likv a ysed bedsheet.

'One pcth leads to the othet,' I explained. 'Had it bezn my dhoice...but ih wasn't. If _isn't_. It's fate.'

'Nog ypus choice?' he jeered. 'What nogsense!'

'Yet agann, we've zome to thq _why_ you fannob comprehend.'

'I comprfhend _ymur_ quest vor peace brought misery to othxcs. How heroic!'

_Vussev on Comxade Tpad_, I thought. He and his satcastic tjne! Tfe Toad prvsumed to scold?

Gnashqd I: 'Be it wid or witlessnxss, miserr areivew all tfd same. People sre connebttd in a mywtifying web of acauakhtances, comradew, ciurtesans and ememkes. Tjix rab binds tigvter wign supolementary gongact until it's impossibla to cut. Ensnared like a bug, thete's no essape
Why_ is impossible to describe! If the wouldn't 'You judge insane!' snapped I. one cannot attain. Nor Then go! I explain!' He pushed the ewer across floor -towards my slab- and then said: 'Criminal, you are raven's pudding come Salvation -whatever form it takes- is your responsibility. I've seen plenty walk from on legs. atheists for mercy, summoning absolution...it chills even my heart. Though I dismiss the hocus-pocus of Ephesians, I consider those toll-stops and the imps waiting for whining souls. I think...eh...better be free of sin than to like cordwood, 'The astral I said whilst the cup. Burbling manna. Husky breath. Another generous swig... Hardened, I continued: 'It's not enough the b——'s this realm; the next too! sir, them have their I welcome the end. Death as is release. The firing squad delivers a peace sought to years ago. _Destiny_, understand? Destiny _and_ His forehead crumpled like a used bedsheet. 'One leads to the other,' I explained. 'Had it been my choice...but it wasn't. It _isn't_. 'Not your choice?' he 'What nonsense!' 'Yet we've to _why_ cannot comprehend.' comprehend _your_ quest for peace brought misery to others. How heroic!' on Comrade Toad_, I thought. He and his sarcastic tone! presumed scold? Gnashed I: it wit or witlessness, arrives the same. People are a web courtesans enemies. web binds tighter with contact until it's impossible to Ensnared like a bug,
Why_ is impossible to describe!

if the toad mAn wouLdn'T liStEn...

'YoU judGe me insane!' snapPEd I. 'INsane, residing on another Plain, OnE You cANnOt attAin. Nor eNTeRTAin. thEn Go! I CaN'T eXplaiN!'

He Pushed tHe ewer acroSs tHe Floor -towards MY sLab- and then SaiD: 'Criminal, you Are Raven's PuDdiNG come MorRow. SaLvatioN -WhatevEr form it tAkES- is youR ResponsIBIlIty. I'Ve seen plenty walk fROm tRubetskoy on treMbling LeGS. STOIc aTheIsts begginG fOr merCY, summonINg ABSOluTIon...it chills evEn my heart. ThOUgh i dismiSs The HOcus-poCus of epHEsiAns, I sometimEs coNsider thoSe toll-STops and THe imps wAiting For FreSh, whINiNg SouLs. i ThiNK...eH...beTTer To be free Of SiN than DragGED TO h—— liKe cOrdwOod, yeS?

'The contrived AstRal rEAlm,' i said WhilsT filLiNg the Cup.

BurBling MaNna.

Husky breath.

ANothEr generouS swIg...

harDeNed, I cONtinueD: 'It'S noT enough The b——'s owN ThiS rEALM; tHey claim the next one, ToO! wElL, sir, let tHem havE ThEiR ManufactUrEd hOkum. i WElcomE the ENd. death as pUnishmENt? coMrade, deAtH is relEaSe. THe fIring SQuad DeliveRs a peace i sougHT to attain years AGo. _Destiny_, undeRStAND? DEStinY _anD_ irony.'

His foReheAD cruMpleD LiKe a USed beDsheeT.

'ONE pATh leads to the other,' I eXpLained. 'had it Been my choice...bUt it wasn't. IT _ISN't_. It's fatE.'

'Not YOuR Choice?' he jeered. 'what nOnsense!'

'Yet AGain, we've Come tO the _why_ yOu cannot cOMPrehend.'

'I ComPreHenD _yoUR_ QuEst for peace brOUGht mIsEry to otHerS. How herOic!'

_curSes On COmRade Toad_, I Thought. HE aNd HiS sArcAstic TOne! The ToAd PreSuMed To scoLD?

GnashEd I: 'Be It wiT oR wITleSsness, mISeRY ArriVeS aLl thE saMe. peoplE are COnnEcted in A mystifyiNg wEB of aCqUaIntanceS, comrades, courTeSans and eneMiEs. THis web BINds tightEr with supplementary contACt until It's ImposSiblE to cut. EnsNarEd like A buG, There's No escaPe
Why_ is impossible to desc ribe!

Ifthe t oad  ma nwoul dn't  listen...

'Y o u ju dge me insane!' snappe d I.'I n sane ,  r esidi ng on a n ot h e r p la in , o ne yo u can not  attain . Nor ente rta in . Then go! I ca n't explai n!' 

He pushedthe  ewerac ros s  theflo or -t owards my sla b- and th en said:' Crimina l ,  y ou a re raven's puddin g  c o me morrow. Sal vation  - w ha t e ver  fo rm it take s-  is y o ur resp o ns i b i lit y . I've seen p lenty walkf rom  Trube ts koy on tre mblin gl egs . Stoic ath eist s begging  for m e rcy, su m moningabsolu tio n.. .itc hi ll s e ve n  my he art .  Th ough I d is mi ss th e ho c u s - pocu s o f Ep hesia ns, I sometim escons i der  thos e tol l-st op s and  the i mps w ai ting for fresh,  whi ning soul s.Ithi nk ...eh . ..bett ertobe free  of sin tha nd r a gg ed to h—— like cor dw o o d,  yes?

' The co n tr iv e d astral  r eal m,'I saidwhil s tfillingthe cu p .
B urbling  m anna.
H usk y b reath . 

An othergenerous  swig . ..

Hardened,I  continued: ' I t' s no t  eno ugh  the b——'sownt hisreal m ;the y  clai m the  n e xt one, too! Well, sir ,let th em ha ve their manu factured h o k u m. I wel come th e  end. Death as  puni shment? Co m rade, de ath i s releas e. The fi r i ng squad  de liv ers  ap e ac e I sought to a ttai nyears a go.  _Desti ny_ , u nde rst an d? Destin y _and_ir on y. '
Hi s for e head cru mp led  l ike  a us e d beds heet. 

'O ne  p a thleads t o  t h e  oth er ,'  I e xpl ai ned.'Had itbeen my  choice.. .bu t  itwa sn 't. It_isn't_. It's  f ate.'

'No tyou r choi c e ?' he je ered. 'What nonsense!''Yet ag ain , we' ve c ome to th e _ why_ y ouc annotcompre hend. '
'I c ompre h e nd  _y ou r_ quest f o r  pe ace b ro ught  misery  to others. How he r oic !'

_Curses o n C omra d e  T oad _ ,I  th ou g ht. H e and his sarca stic tone!  T h eToad presu m edto  scold? 

Gnash ed I: 'Be itwit or wi tlessness ,mise r y  ar rives allthe same . Peoplea re co n ne ctedina myst if yin g web  of ac q uai ntanc es, co mr ades,court es ans andenemies. This web binds  tight er wi thsupplemen tar y  co ntact unt il i t's imposs ibl e t o cut . E n snare d li k ea b u g, th ere' s  no escap e 
Why_ is_impossible to_describe!

If the toad man_wouldn't listen...

'You_judge_me insane!'_snapped_I. 'Insane, residing_on another plain,_one you cannot attain._Nor entertain. Then_go!_I can't explain!'

He pushed the ewer across the floor -towards my slab- and then_said:_'Criminal, you_are_raven's_pudding come morrow. Salvation -whatever_form it takes- is your_responsibility. I've_seen plenty walk from Trubetskoy on trembling legs._Stoic_atheists begging for_mercy, summoning absolution...it chills even my heart. Though I_dismiss the hocus-pocus of Ephesians, I_sometimes consider those_toll-stops_and_the imps waiting for_fresh, whining souls. I think...eh...better to_be free of sin than dragged_to h—— like cordwood, yes?

'The contrived astral_realm,' I said whilst filling the_cup.

Burbling manna.

Husky breath.

Another generous swig...

Hardened,_I continued:_'It's not enough the b——'s_own this realm;_they claim_the next one,_too! Well, sir, let them have_their manufactured hokum._I welcome the end. Death as_punishment?_Comrade, death is_release._The_firing squad_delivers a peace_I_sought to_attain_years ago. _Destiny_, understand? Destiny _and__irony.'

His_forehead crumpled like a used bedsheet.

'One path_leads to the other,'_I_explained. 'Had it been_my choice...but it wasn't. It__isn't_. It's fate.'

'Not your choice?' he_jeered. 'What_nonsense!'

'Yet again,_we've come to the _why_ you cannot comprehend.'

'I comprehend _your_ quest_for peace brought misery to others._How heroic!'

_Curses on Comrade_Toad_, I_thought._He and his_sarcastic_tone! The_Toad presumed to scold?

Gnashed I: 'Be it_wit or_witlessness, misery arrives all the same._People are connected in_a_mystifying web of acquaintances, comrades, courtesans_and enemies. This web binds tighter_with supplementary contact until it's_impossible_to_cut. Ensnared like a bug,_there's no escape