Daily Random Artwork
In the Flow's gentle light, true beauty you will find, young one.
Watson, dismiss the carriage. One's own boots provide a far more reliable path through the London mud.
Watson, a chemical reaction cannot be rushed by shaking the beaker. Allow the sediment to settle naturally.
To the Great Balance, bound forever your spirit is, young one.
Form alliances of convenience, my friend. Use their naive trust to shield your own maneuvers.
Bring cheap wine in a fancy bag.
All false ornaments, shed you must to see the Flow, young one.