Good Advice. From atop the Subsidiary Mountains of Madness the Palmy Tadpoles are launching a young spore into the big bad world. She’ll travel in great comfort and safety on her sentient Nautilus shell, which will also act as her bodyguard. The young sphere’s grandmother is refreshing her last minute advice on how to navigate the choppy, dicey waters of Late-Days so-called reality. The avatar of all the murdered Palestinian children officiates as chief launcher and well-wisher to the youngster. We wish her all the luck in the world. She’ll need it.