The Secret is a puzzle book published in 1982 by Byron Preiss. To set up the puzzle, Preiss traveled to 12 locations in North America to secretly bury a dozen ceramic casques. Each casque contained a small key that could be redeemed for one of 12 jewels Preiss kept in a safe deposit box in New York. The key to finding the casques was to match one of 12 paintings to one of 12 poetic verses, solve the resulting riddle, and start digging. Since 1982, only two of the 12 casques have been recovered.
Aries: A familiar place, now laid to rest. The shapes of buildings outlined by stone foundations. A familiar melody comes to mind, hidden among a slower song.
Taurus: A cottage in the countryside. Starry eyed tales of bohemia. Mementos of friends who still visit from time to time. The wear of a storied past in the wrinkles on her face.
Gemini: An ornate teacup, one of a pair. Images of sea creatures revealed once the drink is gone. A gift given in thanks to her two favorite people.
Cancer: A secluded beach, surrounded by cliffs. Sandwiches wrapped in butcher paper. Soda in glass bottles.
Leo: A wordless moment of learning what it means to be supportive.
Virgo: Memories of happy times laughed off as overvalued trinkets. Old photos. Tracing the memories up to the you you are now.
Libra: Late nights exchanging texts. Thousands of miles between you. Gentle light from a phone screen that feels like home.
Scorpio: A balcony overlooking the square at night. The sound of a party from inside. Hand in hand. A slow waltz to your own tune.
Ophiuchus: The outdoor seating at a crowded diner. Rain on the wind. Canvas over the tables and clouds over the sun. Waiting for a friend.
Sagittarius: Tenacious steps into an old stomping ground. Friendly faces. Understanding. A new beginning.
Capricorn: The back woods of new England. A No Tresspassing sign. Exchanging mysteries of the world like the cool rocks you found.
Aquarius: Images of the tree you never got around to having a picnic under.
Pisces: Early mornings chasing chickens back into the coop. Bare feet on old-growth earth.
it’s sad to see so many people like this on this website
OP is praising the fact that women hold a fucking infant in their belly the size of a ribcage, get the fuck over yourself for 3.5 seconds.
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The male body is more susceptible to hereditary diseases because of their lack of a second X chromosome. Their testosterone production ages them faster and causes them to die sooner. Their center of gravity is higher because of their tiny little hips and overgrown shoulders, making them easier to topple. Their gonads are placed outside of the body, in a very vulnerable position, because they do not function properly if they get a little bit warmer than usual. They have non-functional nipples, but still enough breast tissue to get cancer.
The male body is not hardcore. The male body is to the female body what a shoddy, unstable mod is to a well-estabilished piece of software. Sit the fuck down. And try to not crush your fragile pathetic outside gonads when you do it.
