I discovered that the Voynich manuscript can be downloaded in its entirety. Nobody knows what language it's written in. Or even whether or not it's just some insane nonsense jotted down by a nutter with fantastic stamina.
Either way, I can stare at this stuff forever.
I should include more astronomical charts, diagrams of plants and pictures of naked women in pools in my notebooks. I'm sure if I did that, nothing could possibly go wrong.
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You will never have the true "joy of utter incomprehension" until you have heard me play the flute.
Seriously, I love this. I don't know why I didn't know about it. I am fascinated by things that are more incomprehensible than life. I do not discount that it may be for real. A real unknown form of writing would be valid even if the person that wrote it is the only one that can read it (much like some of the stuff I write). The fact that it has not been broken proves nothing.
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