Not Martial Arts but Minerva's Arts. Through a Struggle, be guided by Philosophy, Faith, Art, and Science. Like a Forest from the Olive Tree that Athena, goddess of Wisdom, offered the Greek people a long time ago.
Whether she vanished into the air, or whether she ran quickly into the wood (‘and she can run very fast!’ thought Alice), there was no way of guessing, but she was gone, and Alice began to remember that she was a Pawn, and that it would soon be time for her to move. […]
‘How would you like to live in Looking-glass House, Kitty? I wonder if they’d give you milk in there? Perhaps Looking-glass milk isn’t good to drink – but oh, Kitty! now we come to the passage. You can just see a little peep of the passage in Looking-glass House, if […]
And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about – whenever the wind blows – oh, that’s very pretty! ‘ cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands. ‘And I do wish it was true! I’m sure the woods […]
‘I wonder why it wouldn’t do?’ thought Alice, as she groped her way among the tables and chairs, for the shop was very dark towards the end. ‘The egg seems to get further away the more I walk towards it. Let me see, is this a chair? Why, it’s got branches, I declare! […]
Peace, Kent. Come not between the dragon and his wrath. Peace, Kent. At least 34 people. Have been killed. And 117 injured. Including 15 children. After an ‘orcs’ attack. On the centre of Sumy. After an ‘orcs’ attack. On the centre of Sumy. The bow is bent and drawn, make […]
change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? Her life has been. Reduced to waiting for. The next phone call. From her husband. – never knowing. if it might be the last. The next phone call. From her husband. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws […]
Nothing, my lord. Nothing. Nothing, my lord. Nothing. An ‘elf’ mother. Who fled to England. With her children. At the start of the war. With ‘Mordor’. Says she is proud of. Her son after he joined. Their country’s war effort. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the […]
An ‘orcs’ call-up poster. Urges the local population. In occupied Melitopol to “defend. The Motherland, professionally”. A leaflet, in a tree. In Crimea shows. An ‘elf’ woman in a vyshyvanka. Defiantly saying “Not yours”. ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, […]
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jujub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!’ Some 200km along. The coast of the […]
An ‘orcs’ call-up poster. Urges the local population. In occupied Melitopol to “defend. The Motherland, professionally”. A leaflet, in a tree. In Crimea shows. An ‘elf’ woman in a vyshyvanka. Defiantly saying “Not yours”. ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, […]
