The Riesling was loverly.

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No, it was.  The flavor profile was a bit lessor.  Then again I did chill it, probably a bit much.  Then again it is a hot summer day, not a spring chill to be found.  Even so, it was refreshing, with a teasingly bitter sweet expression.  As for inebriation?  Not so much, as I was hoping actually.  I just needed something different, new, fresh.  That it provided.  Relaxing, gentle, easy, smooth.  Next up at bat, the port.  This one is remarked as superior.  Inexpensive, aye.  But the people in the know, who often aren't, suggest this is above average, by far, in it's price range.  I hate to be a snob but sometimes I am given to it.  I was well pleased to find a cork, not a screwtop, holding the port to bottle.  Yes, it is in the details.  While cork may have problems, I prefer it yet.

The first dalliance of a sip suggest this port has the flavor to support the notion.  Better at room temperature, save when that temperature is still in the mid 70's.  Hmm, room temperature, on a fall or spring day, and this fortified wine might well be divine.  Still, and as is, it is quite a brooding red mixture of pleasure.  Oh, hush childling.  I indulge quite rarely.  But this evening, I might suspect, this will not be the sum of things.  The moon, or at least my moon, is in full bloom.

I finished Bioshock Infinite for the second time.  Is it the game they promised?  No.  Is it a worthy game nonetheless?  Yes.  I have, long ago, before you might imagine, learned to ignore advertising.  Not that it doesn't catch my attention and provide consideration where otherwise a product or service might have slipped my net.  But I know better than to expect what is promised.  With a woman who is bashful, a wine that is said to be exquisite, a game that is said to be superior...  I look around the corner to see what I am really dealing with.  Hush, you, you know who... I wasn't pointing a finger, or if so gently.

The game revolves not around sneaking, nor around fighting, but around thinking.  It was built to be prohibitive to all out fighters.  In truth, in reality, this is fact.  Annoying, off-setting, cloying in it's truth, but not a mistake.  Which, if anything, is something I hold against the game.  I want entertainment, mostly, not fact.  I have lived, and died, fact.  Still, this is a minor thing, only noted by living dead men.  While I am at it, I will note another of the negatives that probably goes unseen in a secularized world.

Oh, you ask?  Prey tell do divulge!  Shut it.  I'm getting to it, in my time.  My game, my time.  Hell, my blog.

Okay, the port IS working.  Shush.

The problem with the story of the game is that it imbues science with reality.  It excludes God by circumventing prophecy.  Well, within it's paradigm.  I do like that word, much, paradigm.  Don't you?  Truly ingenious I should say.  Never the wit.  As I was saying, the game makes a play on logic and science that undercuts and overshoots and dies on the vine, should it be looked at indirectly.  *bang*

In the end, the all seeing daughter, made all seeing through tricks of physics that brought her to a place she could not have been, sold from the father in one dimension to the father in another, for some odd reason (why not just use your own daughter, save if in that dimension one does not exist, possibly)... *long sentence, shut up*  where the father who sold his daughter to himself goes on to risk life and limb, and actually through many iterations of reality actually loses both life and presumably limb, to get the daughter to a freedom through which she helps him destroy both herself and him.  What?!?  Yes.  The whole effort leads the man to protect, and free, the all seeing daughter to go to a place where she not only destroys herself by making herself non-existent, but also killing her father before he could become her father.

So, yeah, exactly what I would expect from scientific theory in this horrid gilded age.  Genocide of self through science.  Now, in common parlance, we call it suicide.

Okay, fine, there was Gilgamesh, there was Zeus having his head bashed open to produce Athena, there was The Maiden of Pain (liked her, a lot, HUSH), there were others.  But these were beastly and manly, not Godly.  They were of flesh and of death, not of life.  Fun stories, psychological, scientific, but not true.  Too many have sold their souls for a touch of something that even if they get proves false.  God, of course, for most these days, seems too... difficult.  And yet, I, as a cripple and great, grand, superior, sinner... have found myself on my knees abiding?  What?  Never mind. 

I will do my best to...  do my Fathers will.  I won't vary from the truth, as I have seen it.  Not for a skirt I love and respect.  Even you, you know who you are.  Not for the relief of my sons and daughters.  Not for physical life itself.  Darth Vader?  Perhaps, but of the light, surrounded by darkness, and thriving none the less.  *shush*  I am.

Hmm.  It's almost time to close the loop and turn off the internet.  I will be... watching very closely.  This did open a window, perhaps not quite yet too far.  Best to... watch it though.

XOXOXO - Get a job!  Heh!