A Hymn to Ubiquity
 
 
 

This is a hymn to Ubiquity, wherever I may find you. 
'It' has stopped raining. The ubiquitous has ceased to precipitate. 
'They' say...             The ubiquitous bears rumours profligate. 

I'm sorry, but I hesitate; I'm failing to appreciate that 
mankind in its present state is not equipped to penetrate the 
myth that we would perpetrate regarding what's appropriate for 
humans to assimilate! 

Pray tell - exactly what has stopped raining? Pray tell, who are 'They'?
Pray tell - Pray to what? Tell who? 

You tell me; tell me this: we are stocked up to here with these 
pre-packed profundities, sayings and proverbs and quite erudite 
ditties, legends and folklore and tales of societies, gathered 
and garnered and nurtured and cared for by scholars and wallahs 
who know what they're there for and suddenly we're short of a 
metaphor for the ubiquitous. 

'It' doesn't rain. 'They' don't exist. Does it matter?
 


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The Nexus Collection: 
DRAGGIE


Feeding the Alien

Biscuits
Michael

Another Use for a Pizza

Playground Earth

Second Opinion

Hymn to Ubiquity

The Watch on Venus: Introduction

The Grey's Song

The Watch on Venus: One

The Watch on Venus:  Two

The Watch on Venus: Three

The Watch on Venus: Four

The Watch on Venus: Five

The Watch on Venus: Six

The Watch on Venus: Seven

The Watch on Venus: Eight




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