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Mother spinster’s sporcy spindle spaed a specious spider splenetically spinning a sparkling specimen of the spired and spherically eggish; still though spinose although sporadic, seemingly soft, deceivingly so, sacred, secret special place to stave off such besetments!

  Her enchantment’s curse, no less the worse, arachnid terse in webs of verse, or plainly verse we shall rehearse from high above to stage below or thought to hanging from strangely gallows, the sickly web a trap thus cloven of heaven’s weaver said to woven in all her life never betrothen, she cast aside all such resentments!

And so Old Mother Hubbard then went to the cupboard speaking her cursed ways…

  Along came Ariadne, the spider beside thee, winding her spinning, pointing thus pinning upon her the blame for all days. With no voice to speak, evading flood did she seek, a way up from the sea on the laurels of Mother’s uprooted tree. So was it ended, uprooted, upended, the guilt, blame and controversy. Umun-Hubbur, Humwawa, Humbaba, star-weaver and Hubbard and Ariadne!
Old Mother Hubbard, Tiamat, star-weaver, Ariadne are all the same character. The, "spider," who, "weaves," the heavens means the stars as drawn with lines between them in a web pattern. It is an almost universal human concept worldwide. Umun Hubbur in Sumerian means, "The Tearing, Grubbing Mother," IE: a witch who uses roots in potions. Humwawa, Humbaba are both the same as Tlaloc and represents a face of god as drawn with these lines in a circular fashion like the spherical earth for a celestial globe. In Mayan the, "lines," are intestines and in Sumerian they are snakes or one big continuous serpent; Tiamat. In Greek myth it is Circe, Medusa etc. In Egyptian she is Bes the root of the English word, "beast."
Le vie della vita, tortuose e spinose,
Ogni scelta ci porta alla luce o all’ombra.
Alcune vie portano a fortuna radiosa,
Altre si perdono nella nebbia nascosta.

Il successo brilla come stella lontana,
Ma, avvicinandoci, si dissolve il bagliore.
Il fallimento segna con traccia profonda,
Ogni caduta ci guida con cuore.

Tra pioggia e sole camminiamo con grazia,
Perdite e guadagni ci insegnano il sentiero.
Ogni scelta è rischio e speranza sincera,
Attraverso ogni svolta, la nostra strada intera.

Perché il vero valore della vita, in fine,
Sta nei passi fatti e nel senso che ci affina.

— The End —