The Cosmic Being
I am….
a child of the stardust,
a mother of the cosmos
I am….
a child of the stardust,
a mother of the cosmos
Celestial flutes salute
the Black Goat of the Sky
as Yog-Sothoth awakens
Letter from the editor – The Queen Exposed by Jean Asselin We live in “interesting” times, as the ancient Chinese curse goes, including the newfound interest in chess sparked by “The Queen’s Gambit” miniseries—which you should watch if you haven’t yet. The last time the game attracted such intense focus was during the [...]
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