its a long read but if you actually read his posting you will find he has been there more than once and believes there is no treasure,never was.its cool if you missed that but thats whats up.
in point of fact its the only things worth debate on the subject.Is the treasure story real?Is it a clever marketing campaign designed to sell signed maps?Is slick really in a rubber room with six cats?
This I will say.It took a whole bunch of time and work for pf to stand in front of a volcanic formation with the UU shape.Ie...the end.I suspect "the end"may prove to be a starting point if in fact FFs life expieriences are closely knitted to the poems over structure.Having been at the end,"cancer"then beating it...begining.
slick...do your logic stream with that UU as the begining and work towards the end(begining) as the end prolly inspired the begining...first rule of peotry after all.
Well...that was about as close to incoherent nonsense as I have seen in a long time... here is my best attempt to make any rational thought out of your otherwise confusing ramblings...
Rudyard Kipling
If - Poem by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!