Several nevers

Those times, those days It is the author of such unbelievable unusual cartoons that slightly shake the amazing world of world snobbery to unexpected economic concessions. Although anonymous, it commands the minds of specific people with names, and his authorship is not subject to doubt. Everyone knows that they are the author of that animations, but the court acquits her. It was good to be anonymous in those days. No direct speeches, only allegories and random murders. It is a genius of words. Although her native language is English, she speaks the language of facts. It digs ditches. It is good that no one pays attention to one of the founders of modern art doing her favorite thing. Physical labor awakens in Gooseworx not only humanism and philosophical thinking, but also some special qualities. It read a lot of nonsense before starting the work of a lifetime, and it will dig up a lot of earth before he finishes. — I cancelled the eclipse yesterday, - Goose muttered. - What am I going to do today? Should I send my dear friend Pomni to the stadium ranch? But how much, how much room is there supposed to be? Until the ditch was four and a half inches in diameter, it dug. In between ditches, it finished and corrected the great work of human thought. It thought her word would change the world. Or at least people. Or at least one person. No, no "or". People, and immediately. The power of words - her words - is such. Did the world deserve her work? Would there be a printer for nine parts with an epilogue? Would they believe their ears? All these questions were rhetorical. It was doing the truth, who could resist the truth? The show came out, but people hadn't changed, their spirituality hadn't grown an inch or four and a half miles. Gooseworx couldn't contain his disappointment, it looked bleakly to the future: how could he think that things would get better in the future if people weren't changing right now? But people first perceived the cartoon as exciting adventures, and then, unable to look in the mirror, they came up with the idea that slander against people was hidden under the guise of adventures. Slander? Of course slander! The spiritual Kinger’s or Gangle’s questions rooted in eternity. Goose was short-sighted: in all seriousness, it thought that it could tear out what had been stuck in people's minds since time immemorial. And it thought it could drive these people into a corner? That's funny. It should have thrown out the longitude and latitude values. It should have kept the tides. It could have expanded the series three times and nothing would have changed. It was still inaccessible to the general or long viewer. No one understood it the way it wanted. And the good that it, the author, thought to create, the revelation about people that was supposed to change the world, they called evil. Maybe after several nevers everything can change... Our time, our days — Balahoho! — the mathematician cried out, cut off from the real world, imagining that he was riding a mechanical horse across the expanses of the Pi universe. And he turned off the cartoon after the first minute.