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"Had my father not believed in magic, perhaps the reality of my birth would not have been as painful. But he was no ordinary man; he created faces that lived on the stage, and he did this all with the sheer sorcery of his hands. He believed that happiness was owed him for his suffering. But he should have known that the gods do not reward those who believe themselves owed."

-Alyson Richman, The Mask Carver's Son

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CCXCVIII: Power

"All power is violence done to people. There will come a time when there will be no power, neither that of the Caesars nor any other. Man will pass into a kingdom of truth and justice, where there will be no need for power." 

-Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

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"Then came Simon Peter following him, and went into the sepulcher, and saw the linen cloths lying, And the cloth, that was about his head, not lying with the linen clothes, but wrapped together in a place by itself. Then went in also that other disciple, who came first to the sepulcher, and he saw, and believed."
John 20:6-8

Some Progress on The Magic Mirror

Bit of progress...

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3D prints

Some prototypes printed by Shapeways of a 3D scan of one of my carvings. You know you want one of these...

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CCXCI: Signs of Life

Not however on the stump...

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Progress on the Magic Mirror

Saturday progress.

A bit more Sunday.

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Drive by

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A bit of a poor substitute, but every tree has its charm...

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Greetings from NH.

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But even then the flame of fervent love

In Psyche's tortured heart began to move,
And gave her utterance, and she said, "Alas!
Surely the end of life has come to pass
For me, who have been bride of very Love,
Yet love still bides in me, O Seed of Jove,
For such I know thee; slay me, nought is lost!
For had I had the will to count the cost
And buy my love with all this misery,
Thus and no otherwise the thing should be.
Would I were dead, my wretched beauty gone,
No trouble now to thee or any one!"
William Morris, The Earthly Paradise