Mods - please sticky.

Devs - please address.

EDIT: To be clear, I was not telling the devs to change how the paths work. But they should address it, because it is so commonly misunderstood that it should be more clearly communicated. Or whatever they want to do. I'm not going to tell them how to do their job, except to simply point out that a huge number of posts on this sub are about this misunderstanding.

I just saw some posts here with line selector, with inly 1 pedal per line after. Am I missing something?

Please be kind, I’ve been a witch for a long time but this is my first couple months of delving in to traditional witchcraft.

I’ve read and enjoy Gemma Gary’s books, as well as “The Crooked Path” by Kelden. I feel very connected to the rites and descriptions Gary gives of Bucca. However, I am having an extremely hard time finding any other sources that have any similarities to Gary’s information.

I would love to work with this Bucca, but with more workings in my own land and ancestry as well.

My concern is that Gemma Gary’s description of Bucca is not legit at all, due to the lack of supporting information.

At this point, I have a big pile of information including: Bucca The Folk Devil The Horned God The Old One The Witch Father

And right now, I could not tell you the difference between any of these (besides that most are depicted in various ways).

I definitely want to add deity work to my practice, specifically with a deity who will guide me through the light and dark of this path. I just have no idea how to sort the information I have.

If Gemma Gary’s information is correct, I do feel very called to Bucca. I just need help figuring out all out.

I know they don’t need to go through the router because they’re connected to the same LAN but how are the frame transmitted then? Do the two host communicate directly? Or do the wifi acces point act as a mediator?

that's it that's the question thanks byeeee

When resistors are connected in parallel, the current has more paths to go through, which decreases the resistance. However, the total current must also split, meaning there is less current passing through each bulb than when all the current passes through one bulb. Shouldn't that make the brightness of multiple bulbs connected in parallel not brighter than one bulb connected with a battery? (Assuming all bulbs are identical)

On the California section of the park the first task is to build the three buildings but when I built paths connecting them it says they aren’t connected. What am I do wrong?

Original prompt: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/nzc3gq/wp_you_have_auniqueability_whenever_you_touch_any/

Still a work in progress (apologies). With thanks to /u/KidKonundrum

Matters of Solace

Sometimes we pay terrible prices for proving ourselves correct. But I must begin at the beginning, for fragments fail to get us anywhere.

I must grasp back to before my apprenticeship, before I was discovered by the Fellowship. When I was very small, I had the habit of wandering off. I followed the blades of grass as they bent away from me in the gentle breeze of late lazy Summer. I did not seek for where the grassland gave way to forest, or broke upon the banks of the river. I thought to wander where the wind went. Perhaps, I thought, if I could approach the wind, find where it came to pause, I could find what drove its restlessness.

My mother would find me puzzling over the wind's indecision half-way between our village and the next. Fearless, she proclaimed to others, even while I was offered chastisement or weeping. Five year olds are bound not to get too far. But far enough to alarm my mother and father.

When I was older still, my father found me in the foothills of the mountains. I wondered who it might be that had sorrow so deep their tears caused the river to flow on and on. I recall my father's words to me still. "Jolan, you look on the world and see not the same world we live in. It is dangerous. You must come to see what we see. How else can you find your way? How else can you become a man?"

I know now he asked that of me from love, from misery, from fright. It is where words go and where they begin. But I answered as a child of eight harvests would, merely at the surface.

"I made my way here," I said. "When I'm a man it will be the same."

My father reddened a bit. He seemed ready to scold me, yet he merely took a deep breath, looked away and let it out with a barked laugh. "Come along, son. We must stay at the inn tonight."

I imagine he would have had many more questions if he had realized I had not set out in the morning as he had thought. He had been riding for the better part of the day. I had already been wandering in the foothills for much of that same day. I was but a youth on foot, but had traveled faster than he on horseback. I suppose I could have sought for home and found myself there but that did not occur to me. I was with my father, trying earnestly to absorb his lectures about duty, his explanations of responsib

I just made this question in stackexhange, but it got deleted because a similar exercise had been answered already here. However, I still looked at the question from a different angle than the responses and would like someone to tell me whether it's valid or not. I'll just copy and paste the relevant part of the post here.

> I thought about it like this: the set E, being the product of countable sets (Q×Q), is countable. Therefore, let a∈E. Then, for any ε>0, there would be infinitely many points in R2\E in any direction within the open disc D(a,ε), since R2\E is not countable. Thus, obviously there would be a non-straight path going through this disc contained in R2\E.
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>Is this a valid answer? If so, how could I formalize it? If not, I can understand the other answers just fine so I'll go with those methods.

“Earth to Stargirl, come in Stargirl,” Carol said, as she sat cross legged next to the dilapidated rubble wall. The red solo cup in her hand was quiet, and for a moment she almost thought she was insane again, for the hundredth time that month. Then she felt a tug at the string, and the cup vibrated with the lilting cadence of a girl who could have been absolutely anything, but who Carol knew beyond a shadow of a doubt was beautiful.

“I earned my name, Carol.”

“Marya,” Carol breathed.

Marya Teyrus, her best friend in all the world. Worlds. “How is it out there?” Carol asked. She lay back against the dewy grass of an early Kansas morning, staring up at all the stars the coming dawn hadn’t yet banished. “Is it very different, where you are?”

“It must be,” Marya said, her laugh tingling against Carol’s ear, shockingly real despite the plastic and string. “If it wasn’t, why would you still be talking to me?”

“I can think of a few reasons,” Carol said.

“So can I.”

Sometimes, when the mornings were very early and Marya’s voice sounded especially gentle, Carol thought she could see the stars racing above. For a moment Kansas fell away, and the swaying corn that stretched out for miles around her became something else; tall alien grasses, comically short alien trees, Marya’s people, swaying in a traditional dance of welcome.

Roosters crowed. The sun would rise soon, work would begin. The whole rhythm of the world would sweep Carol away from the impossible wall and its impossible string and the impossible potential of anywhere but here.

“Do you really think I could come?” Carol asked.

“I know you could. If you weren’t a Traveler, how else would we be talking? A tin cup and a string aren’t exactly magical.”

“I used plastic,” Carol said.

“What’s plastic?”

What’s plastic? Those two words shouldn’t have been able to pull at Carol’s heart like they did. The rooster crowed again. Her parents would be waking soon, her older brother would be up already. He’d find her bed empty and would give her ten minutes and not a second more.

“Do they have roosters where you’re from?” Carol asked.

“Never heard of them,” Marya said.

The third crow.

“We do have friends though. That part is the same.” Marya’s voice was very soft, very gentle. Almost human, except for the impossible spice of her accent, the essence that was not.

“Can I really trust you?” Carol asked.

“I trust you,” Marya said.

The stars spun very fast. The sun kissed the horizon, flirted with more, its

Would anyone like to contribute? I would love to know what other people experience.

These are some things I notice:

Music responds to your thoughts, not the other way around.

Colors get deeper

Sunsets become more vibrant

Knowledge becomes more immediately useful (eg, something you just read will be of importance for your next conversation)

Animals notice you and want to be around you (snow white effect)

Your reaction timing and coordination become almost effortlessly perfect

More opportunities surface

Your thoughts become clearer

Speech and writing easily flow from thought

Everything has a meaning, shown obviously through hearing passing song lyrics or not so obviously when a scent brings back relevant memory.

Ideas seem to flow out of nowhere

You have so much energy

The right people come at the right time

Things keep working out for you