On the way to speak to Laertes, a journey in itself, MKL stopped along the way and gave talks about the Way of Heaven, among other things, some about gardening, some about animal husbandry, and he took delivery of several scrolls from the inside capitol. "What shall you would?" asked the footman. "I would what I do, and nothing more", MKL replied. Villagers went about, to and fro, on their way, and at their leisure or at their bit of toil, bowls in hands, and smallish glasses of liquor. MKL spared a glance at the scrolls, unfurling one of them. "I shall take what is required, and perhaps a little less" MKL said after a moment of thought between and intertwined within. "You fain modesty." "I had the most to take in because I was perhaps of all the most empty of the lot" said the footman. "Indeed, you carried the bags, or at least pointed the ass that carried the bags" said MKL. "You are a Claudius hiding in the bushes in
Conjugates of the Infinite. behold we now through a "mirror glass darkly..." wayne lee ray, MKL, dr mklhattan, scott clarksdale. "bullet bill", Gary Seven. But one: bull of the woods, now featuring "a helluva vision". Once stuck his hand through a solid wall; unperturbed by solid matter.