In history, there was a time, when certain thoughts were heinous crimes. We now know the truth, that this is real, we're not the center, of the wheel

I'm Nature's carpet. A Tardigrade home. I make a fair compass on tree bark or stone

Horses and people both wear these. Worn year round for most. Gravel hurts without these!

A thought experiment kept in a box, alive or dead, behind quantum locks. Do not open the lid, curb your curiousity, for you know what they say, curiousity killed me.

I wait with cheese and patient grin, for whiskered guests to wander in. A tiny step, a fatal tap, and silence follows after SNAP.