July 31, 2026 [Issue 48] Tolerance, Ken Poyner

A vendor at the end of the commercial district says he has genuine bits of Oblivion available for sale.  He proposes he goes to the Edge, casts an empty jar on a string, then hauls it back.  He pretends what is inside the jar is a snatch of Oblivion.  We thought anything merging into Oblivion would be from all dimensions erased. Even tied by a string, anything beyond where the string cuts the Edge would be for all time unreal.  Tourists, however, will fall for anything.  So long as he does not lessen other merchants’ sales, we salute the gullible.