With the release of 1.4 a while away I thought it would be a good time to humor that itch we all feel.
So I thought I would resume my journey with something inspired by:
Its also a quiet shout out to an intrepid band of awesome commanders.
BLACK! The itch we cannot scratch.
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Second star to the right , and straight on till morn.
Its how the madness to be was born.
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Once you have travelled, the voyage never ends.
It itches at idle minds, until unthinking hands make amends.
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So once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more.
As every new stop begins with a roar.
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Pale blue marbles circling, spinning silently in peace.
Take on the visage of a golden fleece.
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Tell me O muse, of that hero who travelled far and wide.
His nemesis reborn brown, where once it was white.
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Its presence mocking my rage and resolve.
My slack sails now, a fearful problem to solve.
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Sorrow, isolation and madness slowly take hold.
But its progress is halted by a squeak so bold.
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Spirits lift on sails become full who recently went slack.
Salvation had come in the form of a stowaway rat.
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Keel begins to shudder and hull starts to moan.
Stars ahead come into focus as a new course is shown.
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And as the journey resumes its track.
The ships bow comes around and slips silently back, back into the black.
So I thought I would resume my journey with something inspired by:
J. M. Barrie
Homer
Shakespeare
Pat Conroy.
Melville
Homer
Shakespeare
Pat Conroy.
Melville
Its also a quiet shout out to an intrepid band of awesome commanders.
BLACK! The itch we cannot scratch.
.
Second star to the right , and straight on till morn.
Its how the madness to be was born.
.
Once you have travelled, the voyage never ends.
It itches at idle minds, until unthinking hands make amends.
.
So once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more.
As every new stop begins with a roar.
.
Pale blue marbles circling, spinning silently in peace.
Take on the visage of a golden fleece.
.
Tell me O muse, of that hero who travelled far and wide.
His nemesis reborn brown, where once it was white.
.
Its presence mocking my rage and resolve.
My slack sails now, a fearful problem to solve.
.
Sorrow, isolation and madness slowly take hold.
But its progress is halted by a squeak so bold.
.
Spirits lift on sails become full who recently went slack.
Salvation had come in the form of a stowaway rat.
.
Keel begins to shudder and hull starts to moan.
Stars ahead come into focus as a new course is shown.
.
And as the journey resumes its track.
The ships bow comes around and slips silently back, back into the black.
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