You are walking along a beach when you come across a very old black leather diary. What do you think it’ll say

In beautiful calligraphy, flowing across the damp fluttering pages, in some places smudged so that the ink ran down the page…..

“It is finally time. Time to fulfill my task, the one I must perform in order for it all to happen. I am about to do what man has not done before….venture beneath the sea, into the unexplored depths. Not for science, nor knowledge….just to find what was lost. And bring it back.”

“Welcome back Satori, it has been a long time. Spend some time now I am finally back in your hands and refresh your memory as to how you ended up completing the circle.

How you wished to be able to just walk the Earth like a normal man and forget the responsibilities your talents carry. Of how you set this very moment up yourself 64 years ago…

So, how do you feel now? Is it all it cracked up to be just blending in?

You do realise that you only have 15 days before the solstice and you have 6 new members to train up before then for The Ritual? 🙂

I (you) suggest you start heading back down the beach, apologise to the “perfect woman” you have floundered with for the past 7 years and get back to business. Good luck!”

You open the leather Binding and read the only legible paragraph from the entire diary and instantly are aware of the monumental significance of what you have just discovered….

“The moon of Europa, a natural Satellite of the Hydrogen/Helium gas giant planet Jupiter, I discovered life under it’s icy crust today, ohhh I wish I could inform the World of our remarkable find….if only I could have more faith in our species to know they could handle the truth that we are in fact far from alone in the depths of space….” “I will contact the ice boring droid tomorrow to see what other data it has received from the depths of the water on Europa and to reprogramme its calculations…..I want to move to another sector…..”Alison W

It’ll probably be a publicity stunt for some business, and have a treasure map leading to the store.

It’s the diary of Fermat, in which he wrote the proof which was too large to fit in the margin of his paper.

Nothing. Diaries can’t talk

probably it will be soggy, except for the leather..the words in the pages are gone…what is left is but memories..

about a,b,c,……

about making of words

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