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A riddle:
A great explorer crossed a vast ocean and arrived at a jungle island inhabited by highly intelligent parrots. They could speak and learn new words, though of course what they could conceive was limited by their experience of the world. Intrigued yet skeptical, they gathered that the explorer was not born of an egg. (“A miracle!” some muttered. “Impossible!” others whispered.)
He claimed to have come from beyond the horizon (another unbelievable idea, but the parrots, being a civilized people, indulged him politely; as was obvious, the coastline of their island demarcated the entire world).
The explorer was struck by the beauty of the wild sunflowers that provided sustenance to his parrot friends. He longed to tell them of the elaborate feasts he had experienced at the banquet tables of kings. Weirdly, the first exotic food that popped into his head was an old fashioned Tomato Aspic—a Bloody Mary cocktail made of jello, with green olives suspended throughout. How to describe a jello mold to creatures who knew only sunflowers? Or vodka? Or green olives? Much less the why of such a creation! All the explorer could say was, “I have eaten the no-sunflower.”
He longed to describe the exotic places he had seen—mountain peaks, valleys, deserts, prairies, tundras. All he could say was, “I have been to the no-jungle.”
What of the colors he had witnessed on his travels? The parrots knew the beauty of sunflower yellow, sky blue, feather red, and rainforest green, but there the palette ended. He tried to communicate the spectrum he knew: “Cerise, cerulean, chartreuse, virvidian, vermilion, umber, ocher.” (One parrot whispered, “He’s babbling! He’s chanting nonsense!” Another said, “No-sunflower, no-jungle … he’s a nihilist!”)
Sensing incredulity, the explorer beseeched them, “Can’t you at least try to picture the no-jungle? Perhaps speaking the names of the no-colors might break you out of your habitual thinking?” Some did.
What is the one-word title of this story?
Answer: "Buddhism.". (The answer is in black text on the black background. Highlight it to view.)
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Such an important reminder never to play chess anywhere near a game of Clue, lest a wrench-wielding Prof. Plum ruin everything. From Astounding, 1953.
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This illustration from an 80s computer gaming book offers a perplexing puzzle. How do the answers to each computer screen make sense?
From Inside Basic Games by Richard Mateosian, 1981.
Answer: "Note that three of the computer screens each feature one number unlike the others. The proper answer is always the digit whose position in the computer keyboard number pad corresponds to the odd position on the screen. For example, in the first screen, the odd number is at the bottom left, the position of the "1" key of a keyboard's number pad. The second screen's odd number is at the center, where the "5" is located on a key pad. There are no odd numbers in the third screen, hence an answer of "0.". (The answer is in black text on the black background. Highlight it to view.)
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From Kladderadatsch, 1938. For the secret of why to roll blank dice, see Astragalomancy: A Loaded Guide: Intriguing Readings of 21 Discrete Dice Throws. By the way, in his novel Bury Me Among the Graves, Tim Powers describes organized dice rolling without looking at the numbers: "The old dwarf tossed the objects to the floor, and Crawford saw that they were dice. McKee turned and caught Crawford's chin in her hand. 'Don't look at the numbers on them,' she said. 'But if you want to be helpful, you could pick them up and throw them, over and over again. Not looking, remember.' ... As he dropped the dice one more time onto the floor, it occurred to Crawford that he had been hearing this repetitive rattle ever since they had entered this chamber. Were these dice thrown perpetually, their numbers never read? Chuchuwee must employ a relay of children to keep it up."
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A rare playing card in which one end of the figure is facing away. From Zwanzigste Jahrhundert, 1921.
Playing cards dealt through time -- see my playing cards gallery.
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Rock beats scissors. From Kladderadatsch, 1923. See the Zen version of Rock-Paper-Scissors: Moon-Fish-Ocean.
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