Who is Orbie?
- you dont need to know
- an aggressive mouse
- Bert Cooper
- Gary Oldman
- “Knine” the 9th Knine Rabbit
- The King of Austerlitz
- The Cook
- His Lover
- His wife
- No one
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I put this here since it is a maintenance issue.
What we need here is a 4th option: all of the above
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Mundo (cosas creadas).
“estuvo dos años preso, acusado de amotinar a todos los judíos del orbe y de profanar el templo”
2.
Bola que representa el globo terráqueo y que sostienen en la mano la Virgen, Cristo o emperadores en algunas pinturas o esculturas.
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I don’t know, but something tells me Orbie holds the key to everything.
Not really. But who knows, and then, if so , if he new, it would probably floor him, and that too is doubtful.
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Orbie, was Orb, and is now Meno_, after being Meno… anything prior to that is an unknown, for I do not know.
Does anyone know? Anyone, but Meno_?
Hungarian has now been linked to the Asian language family. Hungarians are also a diverse bunch of genetic admixture… like Indics are [nerd moment over] …though I think I know who Meno_ is. 
Me know is a mystery to himself so how can You know, Mags J , ? I may very well be whomever I can be , or, wish to become, and I leave that to the gods to ascertain. That is, if, the delusion is separable from an illusion. Which I am sure that it is and even if it isn’t how can anyone be sure?
Who is anyone, really? …a mass of walking/talking cells, but with feelings added… now that’s a sum and a half.
⸘Perhaps you would care to share with the rest of the class‽
Just a guess, semi honestly:
“a double form: as the mysterium tremendum (“mystery that repels”), in which the dreadful, fearful, and overwhelming aspect of the numinous appears, and as the mysterium fascinosum (“mystery that attracts”), by which humans are irresistibly drawn to the glory, beauty, adorable quality, and the blessing, redeeming, and salvation-bringing power …”
Ah. Tremendum. As in fear & trembling. As in the sublime.
And, ah, what a beautiful triad.
And. I forget the third thing. Oh yeah. It is no wonder the fiery whirlwind is like a double-edged sword, dividing soul from spirit, forging together again all the more strong with his own spirit.
Reminds me of…
Straightway Swept Away
To: my King
I came to You broken with fear and trembling
You stretched out Your hand and mastered my ascending
Plucked from the fire, chosen before the beginning
Resurrected by the finger of God, dancing
Done with spineless speculating, with pretending
Everything else in my life all foreshadowing
Found understanding in the shadow of Your wing
The mire Your incorruptible love transcending
In indelible ink, in Your own blood writing
To suffer death for friends, Son of God descending
The narrow path Your Word ever enlightening
Spongy mirror of my heart Your will reflecting
By You my soul walking, for Your return waiting
“Something so amazing, in a heart so dark and dim, when the walls fall down, and the light comes in” – Sara Groves, Something Changed
Nobody will ever fill his shoes.
And yeah. I’ve known hell.
Added the triad 
What do you think?
Meno_ of ILP introduced me to Otto’s Mysterium Tremendum (Kant calls this the sublime, but we’re changing it to tremendum) and Mysterium Fascinans (Kant calls this the beautiful, but we’re going to keep it as fascinans). Keeping the third one as Wonder. Cuz. Sometimes. You just have no clue if you should run or worship 
www2.kenyon.edu/Depts/Religion/ … 1/Otto.htm
Threw in a little Hegel, too. And me. Well. NOT ME… but me.
Ref: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1wxtknEW5QLl8etwcmtjFOwUEQNbqGwsKpNeaQmPiY3M/edit?usp=sharing
Nah! 
I’ll be giving the romantically-involved a very wide berth. The toxicity poison, consumes me, and I can neither deal nor bear.
…and respect me in kind, or…?
I … have no idea. Let’s go with yes on respect.
Hint or I was obi first
Knew him back of those days now baba Tran could tell you but
By a spider now a voter less fighter
No momma princess, to Venus won’t choke doomsday
Scene
Aria off broadway’s lea
Nononomenonome no it’s ra
Ma
Dan
Dan
Tell me how’s things up an
Your staircase like she
Coming down bit by bit
Did not one know she’d be comin’ less and less waitin for vollection recollecting the recall
The recalled bits of image
-a-nation now here me know
Meno there are you to con
Ne(c)t
Scary such youn ‘ ns be so pretty smile so sweet
Where here me no
Shady and strange can’t put on a poker face.