where hypotheses come to die (madman101) wrote,
where hypotheses come to die
madman101

i lay on a concrete slab jutting out into the encircling creek

Hey. How many of you knew I once lived in a cave? It was a wee thing, in a secluded area of a large park in Philadelphia. That was an interesting time in my life. When I lived there, I found many other little caves, a large ritual sundial made of stones in the ground, and a giant statue of the Transylvanian monk, Johannes Kelpius, it's base all grown over with thickets almost impossible to get through. But I got through. It was fun. Well, I later learned the strange history of this lost, hallowed ground. The story is very interesting...

http://www.delmars.com/family/monks.htm

http://mint.sandwich.net/writing/writing/urbanlegends.htm

http://members.aol.com/simudave/stories.html

The experience haunts me to this day.

I wrote a long poem about it, but it sucks.
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