[Noisebridge-discuss] Science for Juggalos

[Jonathan Foote]

Keats still said it better:

...Do not all charms fly	
At the mere touch of cold philosophy?	
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:	
We know her woof, her texture; she is given	
In the dull catalogue of common things.	
Philosophy will clip an Angel’s wings,	
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,	
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine—	
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made	
The tender-person’d Lamia melt into a shade.


Don't get punched out.