Krim Queries

[…] of Krim there are many queries; selected, described and asked! Some distinct, others counted […] Yet only one could construct the Krim!

Niels Frederique Manné, 1909

Hidden queries of Krim, the Jacobian Matrix and the Krimean Algorithm are searched for by many knowledgeable men. However, a true Krim-query will seldom reveal it self, much less it’s result. There is perhaps truth in Krimean Wittgenstein’s distinction between that which can be said, and that which can only be shown. Moreover, once a result set is found, the details are often challenging or insulting. Society might not accept or even reject it.

Only the wisest and bravest are able and willing to hunt for such crucial material.

Defining a Krim-query? That is a task for the wisest of men, not me. Go away! I must tend to my triple store of almonds.

Jean DeWire, 1917

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Manné, the tumbling rock

Mountain crumbling
Tumbling rock, tumulus in tumble

Manné has been sleeping, since the cold captured him, a late Autumn night.  The sympathies were many, but now I am alone. Ice and Fire knows nothing of his passing, yet the same sun shines on them. Does she shine on you, my closest friend?

She wanted to change the world, change it all, completely…

Manné, have you fallen?

I turn at night. Questions without answers. Answers without questions. Will he wake? Will he rise again? Will he, in the warmth of spring, again be my tumbling rock?

From Jean’s diary, 1913

Signs apocalyptic: They fell from the sky by the thousands and horrified the world!

Creatures are falling from the skies. They are falling on our spirits, Eating our souls, Undermining our foundations. These are truly signs apocalyptic!

– Jean De Wire, on his deathbed, 1943

Signs-Apocalyptic

During the great war of the forties, Jean DeWire descended into a cloud of sorrow and madness. He felt Herman had betrayed him, and the longing for his eternal and wisest friend Manné was stronger than ever.

The valley burns yet again, but my suffering is soon at an end. Will the hordes of Jerna again appear? I pity those who must deal with Her maliciousness, always in fear.

The last words of the post-Hegelian philosopher Jean DeWire. Let us pray they are not words of prophecy; we beg for shelter from the coming darkness.

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The valley burns, but Mures ever flows

On such a Krimean night

Krymska Cabin
I can almost see that wild Krim on the forest trail!

Jean, Jean! What a lovely night, I can almost see that wild Krim on the forest trail!

Is he like the Manné Rock, ever falling, tumbling? Or is he of the deep, deep mountain? I have seen him, Jean. I saw him! You need only count to three, and with every step a statement is stated, yet Krim is never sated! He is eating the world, Jean … Gnaws on our fundament, our testament.

East and West, all-encompassing! Such compassion! Tell not my brother of my dreams. Oh, Krim, Allfather of the Allforest …

Yours always,
Hermione Lynn Ploppel

The bitter seeds of Almonds

My dear Herman,

I write to you in this, the darkest of times. Our lands may be on the edge of conflict and despair, but I hope that our fellow search will not be distributed. The struggle between Fascism and Democracy should not impede our quest for Non-Nerichian Truth. As we both were tested before we formed, as we both will die before the ship sinks.

Once we were young, playful, in the Mures Valley. Almonds abundant, spirits strong. In these days, one can lose hope. We must never betray our search.

I am sure you already agree. However, this has to be mentioned. We must draw wisdom from our fellow friend and seeker, Niels.

Yours truly,

Jean DeWire


Excerpt from correspondence between Jean DeWire and Herman Ploppel, 1939.