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Being the homepage of Winchell D. Chung jr. Master of 3-D starmaps, illustrator of Ogres, and aficionado of slide rules, astrolabes, nomograms, sundials, and other obsolete instruments.

On discussion groups I go by the name "Nyrath the nearly wise", where "Nyrath" is from the Elder Edda, and "nearly wise" is from the Dragonlance trilogy. Note that the name is Nyrath, not "Nyarth" nor "Nyarlathotep."


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    From the Hero Games forum, in this thread.


    "Where the mind is without fear and the head held high;
    Where knowledge is free;
    Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
    Where words come out from the depth of truth;
    Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
    Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
    Where the mind is led forward by Thee into ever-widening thought and action;
    Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake."
    --Rabindranath Tagore: "Let My Country Awake"


    Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me
    As they rove around the girth
    Of our lovely mother planet
    Of the cool, green hills of Earth.

    We rot in the molds of Venus,
    We retch at her tainted breath.
    Foul are her flooded jungles,
    Crawling with unclean death.

    [ --- the harsh bright soil of Luna ---
    --- Saturn's rainbow rings ---
    --- the frozen night of Titan --- ]

    We've tried each spinning space mote
    And reckoned its true worth:
    Take us back again to the homes of men
    On the cool, green hills of Earth.

    The arching sky is calling
    Spacemen back to their trade.
    ALL HANDS! STAND BY! FREE FALLING!
    And the lights below us fade.

    Out ride the sons of Terra,
    Far drives the thundering jet,
    Up leaps a race of Earthmen,
    Out, far, and onward yet ---

    We pray for one last landing
    On the globe that gave us birth;
    Let us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies
    And the cool, green hills of Earth.

    -- Robert A. Heinlein

    Gus, Roger, Ed...
    Dick, Mike, El, Judy, Ron, Greg, Christa...
    Vladimir, Georgi, Viktor, Vladislav...
    Take care of your new brothers and sisters for us, willya?

    -- Christopher K. Davis



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    |Nyrath the nearly wise |\| <(*)> |\| secrets of the universe don't mind. |
    | nyrath projectrho.com |=| /_/|\_\ |=| They reveal themselves to nobodies |
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