One horn for war,
one plume for prophecy.
Its tail burns like a reversed comet,
dragging tomorrow behind it.
Another, smaller rhino follows in quiet imitation—
for every myth has its echo,
every titan its unfinished child.
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Shaharee Vyaas is a polyvalent cryptomathician. As such he likes to hover above the demarcation zone between Science, Art, and Religion. Where most philosophers perceive the language as the limit of our knowledge, the cryptomathic method crosses the language barriers and stipulates that the unspeakable can be expressed in paintings, music or mathematical equations.
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The Maharajagar 