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Aries Horoscope 18-19


A skeleton dressed in garlands of flowers.

On a spring day a skeleton had become so bored sleeping in a grave that he dug himself out, and finding the cemetery filled with fresh flowers, wove them into garlands and hung them all over his bones, reveling in their beauty. As he was dancing around the cemetery he noticed some mourners who, though they looked his way, seemed not to see him. Their fear of death had made him invisible.

Azoth Oracle

“The reason, ” said Irnad, “that the works of the master portraitist Alarvo Ovrala are no longer extant is because each time he painted a person from that day forward the face in the portrait grew younger ad younger. Because of this many waited until they were of an extreme age before they sat for him, in the hope that somehow his work might last. But even when they died their portrait would continue to grow younger until it turned into an embryo, shrank, and disappeared, leaving a canvas which only depicted an interior, or a few objects, a book, a plant, or a favorite dog with no lap to sit on. And then, no matter how carefully the remaining work was guarded, somehow it always disappeared, frame and all.”

“Did Ovrala have any explanation for this?” asked a student. “Not directly or conclusively,” answered Irnad, “though he was quoted often as saying that human life was like dew, a condensation of mist that was destined always to return to mist.”


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