At last! My endless hours of experimentation have borne fruit, and the theory of the q-principle is vindicated. Those who have doubted, who have perhaps even thought me mad, cannot deny the evidence of their own senses.
Picture a humble ball of aerated material, sitting atop a simple jar of glass. I daresay that such a sight does not immediately conjure up thoughts of wonder, of excitement, of events to transform a civilization. And yet the moment has arrived when just such a humble vision as this may indeed inspire images of majesty, dreams of flight, pathways to freedom. For what dark prison could long contain those who are capable of defying Gravity itself?
After so many false starts, I am chastined to admit that success hinged upon nothing more than a small adjustment to the pulsation sequencing matrix. Rather simple really – first a hyperbolic integral correctly inverted, and then two transfinite ratios restored to their proper order. I am sure my readers are quite familiar with such mundane matters, and would only be bored by any recitation of the pedestrian particulars.
Let us prevaricate no further, for here is my first experimental success:
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For the nonce, having achieved my first modest success, I am content to dim the candle that lights these journal entries, and to make way for other voices that may grace this page. But mark my words, I shall at length return, and on that day we shall have other adventures, you and I, other wind-swept journeys to the outermost shores of human knowledge. Until then I bid you adieu, and remain your most humble servant.
-K
Surely you’re joking, Mr. Perlin!
This resident critic is still not impressed. In fact, he-she has seen better special effects in B grade sci-fi movies. I wanna see pigs fly, dammit!
I would convey your sentiments to K., but alas he is taking a rest cure at the restful waters of Baden Baden. The excitement of this recent breakthrough has driven the man to distraction. I am afraid we might not hear from him for quite some time.
When K. next resurfaces, I will be sure to tell him of your dreams of porcine aviation.
‘Tis was good knowing you while you were around, Mr. K.