Christopher Moock: You get another.

Aaron Glover: Bumblebees slowly squeeze out of the red spout; the red ring helps measure the appropriate circumference

Joe Milazzo: Somewhere, very far away (i.e., out of audible range), a randomly selected trombonist experiences a bout of hiccups.

Lisa Huffaker: Perhaps the miniature sumo wrestler sitting on the red ring levitates and makes an important speech.

Paul Koniecki: ahhh, the device that proved The Hawking/Picard Paraluxe: you don’t blow the pipe, the pipe vacuums your holodeck

Dan Collins: This pipe is for blowing sound rings. An ancient method of communication used by the nocturnal tribes of nomads above the article circle. The effect was experienced as a sort of sloshing narrative that rose ever higher as the plots lines grew thicker yet more diffuse. Interestingly, many words were spelled differently in the summer months when the tribes used shadow-ring pipes. Urgency of messaging was expressed negatively, like naps.

Jazmine Lewis: I will whimsically be transported to the days of old in the land of Narnia and have fascinatingly deep, yet light, discussion filled with beautiful banter over a cup of tea and Turkish delights with my friends Azlan and Mr. Tumnus…

Ella: The ring starts spinning and you start feeling lightheaded. Then the world starts spinning and changing colors, and you’re back in that dream you can’t quite remember.

James Barret Rodehaver: You pack the end with tobacco. It's a smoke bubble pipe.

Rose: The filter goes up and up and up until you can’t even reach it while the pipe sings a beautiful song like a lark, a poem and then a story.

Nadia Arioli: Something or one you tried to take care of but failed utterly is summoned and tells you it's okay. It's never the thing or person you expect.

Joe Milazzo: Beauty is narcissistic ugliness. Beauty is the signal from another channel that leaks into consciousness' noise. Beauty is life luring you into some perpetuation you can hardly hope to comprehend.

Christopher Moock: This Eve was beautiful on the cliffs. The sunset baneful. Adam knows this.

Dan Collins: Even a little Beauty

is dangerous

Have you ever seen a bee

roll its head on the petal

of a flower where pollen

has fallen and pooled, as if

this bee were someone’s

sweet dog, awash in her

master’s bounty? If I could

I would shed this human skin

and wallow with this bee-dog.

Given such choice to be with,

I would never return to want.

Except that, once, as I sped

down a hill, completely alone

on the Natchez Trace,

the sun and road sifting in

and out, I caught the edge

of a red-orange leaf drifting

down from the trees of early

Autumn.

It cut me deeply.

Paul Koniecki:

When Beauty

says yes

it is Death. When

Beauty says no

it is Death too.

Hearing this you

might believe

Everything

is Death. When really

Everything is Life.

Beauty is just

the parts

with Death and violins

buzzing around

the flower

of your life like bees.

-for Reverie, once when she was tired

Nadia Arioli: "Beauty must be edible or there would be no such thing as beauty," Dali famously once said. To be fair, he did talk a lot of sh!t. This flower resembles an egg, a yolk bound by its own form. I stuck it on my tongue and chomped. It tasted like a wasp sting--spicy and sure. A wasp sceams danger, but once the swelling goes down, you'll be fine. Danger is a matter of time. All things are edible at least once. All things are beautiful.

Dan Collins: The Fairness Engine operates like the dial of an old rotary phone. The amount of fairness desired is chosen by sticking one’s finger in any of 7 holes. Note: the center hole is for re-establishing equanimity only. No additional fairness is forthcoming when a finger is inserted here. Disclaimer: The wise consumer will note that this device is never to be turned counterclockwise as it will then disseminate lavish amounts of disingenuousness in a decidedly unfair manner.

Aaron Glover: (disingenuousness meter sold seperately)

Lisa Huffaker: Dan Collins' expertise is so thorough, I can't comment except to remind the operator that while this dial is the only visible component of the Fairness Engine (of course it must be visible, in order that the user may find and activate it) it is by no means the only component. Just because we cannot see the invisible system of pulleys, levers, and pneumatic tubes stretching over miles, both under and above ground, does not mean it does not exist. In fact, when your foot falls asleep, you may be fairly certain that someone with a direct interest in your fairness quotient is activating the Fairness Engine, causing a magnetic force to alter the fairness levels within your field of justice.

Lisa Huffaker: Maybe it’s the fantasy of ice skating - knowing it was never in your body to do it. You would never arabesque a wide circle on one blade, then cross the free leg over, spinning into a blur. But paper is a kind of rink, and the way graphite glides, it just sounds right - smooth, carving, its silvery friction like the word “slice.”

Dan Collins: There is no better grounding in this universe than to witness the arc of a circle around a fixed point. There is no peace without this return. This is our foundational geometry; the gears of heaven; ripples on the water. To take a compass and trace a circle is to enact a sacred dance. It is a reminder of our movement, our relativity, our place. But no, we are not the center.