Book 1 has ended. Yay, a whole book was drafted in a month!
Now, Robert has reached the peak of his first star. He's ready to ascend but is holding back.
What do you think will be Robert's ascended talent? How would 1% Life's Real evolve?
Leave your guess in the comments below.
Thank you for reading.
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Is this 500 characters already? I have no idea.
Let's paste one of my favorite poems ever.
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BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS!
BY WALT WHITMAN, 1861
Beat! beat! drums! Blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows, through the doors—burst like a force — of armed men,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation
Into the school where the scholar is studying
Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he — have now with his bride
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace plowing his field or — gathering his grain
So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums—so shrill you — bugles blow.
Beat! beat! drums! Blow! bugles! blow!
Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in — the streets
Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? — No sleepers must sleep in those beds
No bargainers' bargains by day—no brokers or speculators. — Would they continue?
Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt — to sing?
Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before — the judge?
Then rattle quicker, heavier drums—and bugles wilder — blow.
Beat! beat! drums! Blow! bugles! blow!
Make no parley—stop for no expostulation
Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer
Mind not the old man beseeching the young man
Let not the child's voice be heard, nor the mother's en- — treaties. Recruit! recruit!
Make the very trestles shake under the dead, where they — lie in their shrouds awaiting the hearses.
So strong you thump, O terrible drums—so loud you bugles blow.