Waterbuoy, Waterbuoy

Your words are mysterious

I wonder when you wrote them

Were you deranged or delirious?

Your metaphors, bad spelling,

And strange philosophy

All contribute to our problem

Of cerebral atrophy

Waterbuoy, don't give up

Your noble stand for Truth

We're open-minded,

So much so

That our brains keep falling out.

I suggest that you lay out your horror story in modern English and then put it back if you can't handle it, but sometimes, it's not really so fun to look in that mirror.   But, if you need to make music out of it for now, thereitgoes. 

Glad you're contributing, Waterbuoy.  You know what, it helps to keep your contributions  short, too.  Just because, it is harder for most to read what y'r rytng and as with any new  language people who can't  follow what you are saying will skip over many of your observations. 

For those who don't know it, Slaughterhouse Five (Schlachthof Fünf) was a street address in Dresden where American prisoners-of-war were stationed during the firebombing of Dresden. It became the title and setting of Kurt Vonnegut's bestselling novel.

I was four years old and about 50 km outside the city of Dresden when it was firebombed, sitting with my mother and siblings on an open freight train crammed full with refuges. My mother said that the night was brightly lit by the inferno that far away!

What caused the firestorm was carpet bombing by Allied bombers with bombs filled with napalm, phosophous, and other highly flammable chemicals. The resulting fire storm was so severe that most of the people who perished in the inferno did not burn to death but were roasted to death by the intense heat.

Dresden was not really a military target but an important railway hub. The trains stuck in and around Dresden during the fire bombing were, like the train I was on, used largely for transporting refugees. An untold number of refugees, mostly women and children, died a horrible death.

Arminius... I believe Vonnegut was one of the POWs in S5 when Dresden was bombed, too. I think they survived by virtue of being underground.

I am so deeply tickled that a few catch the drift of common folk not being able to do a critique on a near God syndrome that went a'wry ... like Hitler and the pain he bought on himself and his people. Tha's only one example in a Mir Rheid! We couldn't take the whole criticism at once ... perhaps why creation stuffed us in the aphaer recesses of their mine'd as terms  of quantum relativety ... the alchenai of turning a leaded heart into shimmer (Hebrew Gauld) to say something a Roman militant type wouldn't even try to d'cypher, or UN-crypt.

As Shakespeare said of word ... sae it as you like ... but not as people would generally understand (no secret Kode?) perhaps a consequence of the 3-mon-quis in drome:

Here not

Scei not

Sae not

and the UN Writ in Truth ... think not ... it makes it easier for O'Thot Ide'es of self-interest that don't notice the gifts are to be scattered like cede. It is done unconsciously when you strike up a role model image in view of the Ruse of Heh-art and mind .. d'sole entity knows then how to, or how not to due it ... but you must puzzle out the enigma before yah louse'it, roots of J'louse gods over the incarnation that Gnoes ... a Gnoe stix idiom! That's a just word, well balanced over the hole eH ... like Soe Phey (a gentile Greek god)!

Go figure, and some ministers say there is no matte in the bible ... I suggest numbers and Matt hewn ... threads of the past. But yew have to learn the ropes as fruit of the hue M'N tri ... if'n yew can see your self clearly .. a base third of dark, light and relating near nothing in space ... just blows the mind ... ruagh, or rough wind for some!