Is Kotoko Arditezza?
Some of us have been wondering about this.
The similarities in their style are intriguing.
Arditezza disappears:
http://www.sciforums.com/search.php?searchid=686722
and a couple of days later, Kotoko emerges:
http://www.sciforums.com/search.php?searchid=686718&pp=25&page=13
in the same thread.
There Kotoko even admits she might be someone else:
http://www.sciforums.com/showthread.php?p=831541#post831541
So who is the walking talking untruth?
Some of us have been wondering about this.
The similarities in their style are intriguing.
Arditezza disappears:
http://www.sciforums.com/search.php?searchid=686722
and a couple of days later, Kotoko emerges:
http://www.sciforums.com/search.php?searchid=686718&pp=25&page=13
in the same thread.
There Kotoko even admits she might be someone else:
http://www.sciforums.com/showthread.php?p=831541#post831541
Kotoko said:It is not important who I am. I am aware that some of you know and am not hiding. Except from those who would have my head sliced cleanly from my body for crimes against the ego. And if I should suffer the fate of my predecessor, so be it. It is still not important who I am.
Unless of course, you believe in online personas.
Trivial. Gendy knows, Vert might know as well. But it matters not. What we say here today, and every day forward is what becomes the walls of a house well-lived in.
Invert -
You were wrong on your first guess but right on your second.
And in the end, I am still the one who cared enough to give her very best. I give so that we exist in the same space we both love.
Satyr -
You are right about Jesters and fools. But the line between them is thin. The footmen are not always honest, but they are sincere and blunt in the way they express themselves. Of course, only for those who possess the mental clarity to drink them in. A fine wine, shared by the ones who know to savor it's body and spirit.
I am one who remembers birthdays others forgot, despite the birthday boys reluctance to celebrate. I am an admirer who listens well and often.
Gendy -
I betray myself, but not you. For you are more precious than you realize and moreso then you'd be comfortable admitting. Without you, the doldrums take hold of my ankles and draw me under. And I am without light, and I am without sound. This place is less important without you in it. There are some who come and go and are barely missed, but there are people like you who are missed when you blink.
So who is the walking talking untruth?
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