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I've been absorbed with my search for the vessel. Looking for links, for connections, for places and objects that might contain a clue to lead me to a clue to lead me to the vessel. It is quite the obsession.

I did have time to read some other blogs and then I read this. Is it true? Did A kill the Slender Man? Or did they somehow just drag their dreams within the Great and Silent City? It does seem like a pipe dream.

At this point, I am reminded of a passage from Borges:

It all began with a suspicion (perhaps exaggerated) that the Gods did not know how to talk. Centuries of fell and fugitive life had atrophied the human element in them; the moon of Islam and the cross of Rome had been implacable with these outlaws. Very low foreheads, yellow teeth, stringy mulatto or Chinese moustaches and thick bestial lips showed the degeneracy of the Olympian lineage. Their clothing corresponded not to a decorous poverty but rather to the sinister luxury of the gambling houses and brothels of the Bajo. A carnation bled crimson in a lapel and the bulge of a knife was outlined beneath a close-fitting jacket. Suddenly we sensed that they were playing their last card, that they were cunning, ignorant and cruel like old beasts of prey and that, if we let ourselves be overcome by fear or piety, they would finally destroy us. 

We took out our heavy revolvers (all of a sudden there were revolvers in the dream) and exultantly killed the Gods.

"I will no longer perceive the universe, I will perceive the Zahir. According to Idealist doctrine the verbs 'to live' and 'to dream' are rigorously synonymous; as for me, thousands of appearances will become one; a very complex dream into a simple one. Others will dream that I am mad, while I dream of the Zahir. When every person on earth thinks, day and night, of the Zahir, which will be dream and which reality, the earth or the Zahir?"

"I saw the rotted dust and bones that had once deliciously been Beatriz Viterbo; I saw the circulation of my own dark blood; I saw the coupling of love and the modification of death; I saw the Aleph from every point and angle, and in the Aleph I saw the earth and in the earth the Aleph and in the Aleph the earth; I saw my own face and my own bowels; I saw your face; and I felt dizzy and wept, for my eyes had seen that secret and conjectured object whose name is common to all men but which no man has looked upon -- the unimaginable universe."

"I felt infinite wonder, infinite pity."