The clouds overhead are forming a constantly shifting maze that traps the eyes and won’t release them until you’ve solved it. Don’t look up.

less cynical:↵split what was one

We are caught in a submarine storm. The sky is clear, but the sea lights up irregularly. The waves are inverted, thunder shakes our ship.

A beam of light is jumping from cloud to cloud as I watch - what is it looking for? Or is it just delivering mail?

No wonder he was pissed and kicked them out: They shattered the idealist world spirit’s unity of mind.

In Genesis, Eve and Adam split the Monad when they got their own consciousnesses. Since then, we’ve only become better at splitting things.

The spell strips the meaning off things while leaving them physically intact: a chair becomes some sticks, a human a bag of dirty water.

You idly watch a plane drawing its trail across the sky. One cloud is moving faster than the others and… pounces. The trail doesn’t go on.

The storm is closing in. Its winds are going strong, tugging at the horizon which is flapping like a tarpaulin.

snow is falling in my mind, muffling any noise↵silence↵↵but the world returns↵I shake my head vigorously to stir up the snow once more

you find the load bearing pillar upon which the universe rests↵out of an impulse, you kick it and it breaks↵good job hero

Their god withers when you believe in it, but thrives when you emphatically do not. So they publicly commit atrocities in their god’s name.

The Leviathan’s air bladder is large enough to have weather. Surviving crew members of swallowed ships have founded a civilization in it.

Category theorists have a hard time distinguishing nuts from coconuts.

Change your skin once in a while to appear new and fresh to your friends. Befriending them again is part of the fun.

In some cultures, the symbiosis goes further: apply sugar and yolk to part of your skin and they’ll cover it in silk. Little spider tailors.

If you’re worried about squishing them, you can also wear the nest around your neck in a tiny cage. It’s quite the fashion item.

Spider bodyguards that nest in your hair and in turn protect you from mosquitoes in the evening.

The time scorpion reaches out with its tail, stings you five seconds in the past. You had never had a chance.

[go through all possible permutations of a small amount of ideas]

A winter storm’s snowflakes are all letters in a very large alphabet: Every snowfall tells at least a thousand stories per square meter.

When a storm has a flash of insight, it is followed by thunder. I ask, have you ever thundered with your brain? HAVE YOU?

Storms are sentient: Every eddy from the atomic level to the hurricane’s eye is a thought. They view us solid masses as psychically inert.

Atoms are small but are a big idea. More exotic are the large things that are small ideas: you could be bathing in them and not know.

That which is so small that it can’t be perceived and passes through everything. Even in the platonic realm, it is too tiny to be found.

It has few nerves: an intricate system of bony levers provides faster signal than nerves could. This allows it to react extremely quickly.

It does not have an exoskeletal skull around its brain, instead an endoskeletal support structure. One thought moves a hundred tiny bones.

Behind your back: “Yo her momma so fat her children come out three-dimensional” “Poor child, what did her father DO to his sperm?”

What if everyone you know is two-dimensional, but very good at faking the third dimension? And nobody told you so as not to embarrass you?

The book literally captures your imagination, conscripts it until you’ve added another chapter. That’s simply the price of reading it.

Objects that have no Adamic names cannot be addressed in Enochian, making them immune to magic. This includes a lot of our modern world.

An armillary sphere so complex, its spinning rings play the original music of the spheres. Not that anyone would recognize the real thing.

other bot idea: https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/698488822892519425↵tweet gibberish at it and it will try to find it in the noise.

bot idea: crop circle generator↵bonus if the circles can encode ~140 bytes (yes, that won’t fit some unicode tweets)

the eye in the wall opens, takes you in↵you see your image on the other side↵whatever mind is behind that eye, you’re part of it now

painting numerous legs on the ouroboros to get the self-devouring centipede

Thomas Steinmetzinger’s great work “The Lego Tunnel”

@allgebrah retcon: the firegrass grows only after the fire, what burns down before is all the other grass.

The firestorm carries the pollen far and wide. The day after the fire, the grass fruits small and very hardy seeds, withers and dies.

Firegrass grows so quickly that when it burns down, it can regrow while the fire is still raging and steal its heat. Ideal conditions.

Parasitic flowers that nest in the blossoms of other plants and trick bees into taking their pollen instead of the host’s.

not so much immortal as dying all the time, ALL the time.

Crayons made of transparent coal leave iridescent lines.

Diamond lenses on fire focus their own light.

Antitime orders events in antispace: A time-carpet that is missing a thread between any two related events.

Antispace is subject to antilocality: At any point & time, whatever occupies the point is not at that point. Instead, it is everywhere else.

I may be entirely wrong about greek but I like that there are puns like iconoclast/iconoplast (one who destroys icons vs one who makes them)

As the chronophage and the chronoplast find each other, embrace and kiss, we find our present in the brief instant separating their maws.

Hinter Kristallgittern - caught in a crystal’s lattice (figuratively)