once in a while a good fantasy relaxes the beast in youse.
Long, long ago our ancestors sang of one who was the Source of all life. They called him the Lord of the Beasts. Book available here
They rode in darkness until the moon rose, and then Colban could see shiny ribbons of rivers and dots of lakes far below. They were traveling far, far beyond where his legs could ever carry him. “How big is the world?” Colban wondered. The Lord, hearing his thoughts, answered. “It is very big and has no end like an apricot has no end. You can keep going round and round it.” “But don’t you fall off when you get to the bottom side?” Colban asked, worried. The Lord laughed, “No, no, you don’t.” “But why not?” Colban asked.
“I can’t tell you,” said the Lord. “Is it a secret?” asked Colban. “No, it’s not a secret. I can’t tell…
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