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I saw the glow-worm, though.
Saw it clear.
We all did on the last night.
Saw it come down out of the hills,
through the mist.
Slithering this way and that.
Long as a hundred ships.
Spitting fire at us
as it came.
My father's father
always warned of it.
Said it was a hate
from old times.
Terence McKenna - The Mystery Of Language
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijA5RHTJaV4
3.14;3/14(feb14);314ccw (muh angles/angels)