"These translations were transcribed from plaqes at Washington, DC. Typos did appear on the plaques and were left as is."
"KUANJI PREFECTURE 353 AD "IN THE YEAR 353, THE NINTH YEAR OF THE YONG-HE REIGN, EARLY IN THE LAST MONTH OFSPRING, THERE WAS A GATHERING AT THE ORCHID PAVILION ON THE NORTHERN SLOPES OF THE KUAI-JI MOUNTAINS; OUR PURPOSE, TO CARRY OUT THE SPRING CEREMONIES OF PURIFICATION, MANY A GOOD MAN CAME, THE YOUNG AND OLD ALIKE. THE PLACE WAS ONE OF MIGHTY MOUNTAINS AND TOWERING RIDGES COVERED WITH LUSH FORESTS AND TALL BAMBOO, WHERE A CLEAR STREAM WITH SWIRLING EDDIES CAST BACK A SPARKLING LIGHT UPON BOTH SHORES. FROM THIS WE CUT A WINDING CHANNEL IN WHICH TO FLOAD OUR WINECUPS, AND AROUND THIS EVERYONE TOOK THEIR APPOINTED SEATS. TRUE, WE DID NOT HAVE THE HARPS AND FLUTES OF A GREAT FEAST, BUT A CUP OF WINE AND A SONG SERVED WELL ENOUGH TO FREE OUR MOST HIDDEN FEELINGS. THE SKY THAT DAY WAS LUMINOUS, AND THE AIR WAS CLEAR; GENTLE BREEZES BLEW SOFTLY AROUND US. ABOVE US WE LOOKED ON THE IMMENSITY OF THE UNIVERSE; THEN, LOWER-ING OUR EYES, WE SAW NATURE'S INFINITE VARIETY. AND AS WE LET OUR EYES ROAM AND OUR HEARTS SPEED FROM THOUGHT TO THOUGHT, WE COULD EXPERIENCE THE GREATEST DELIGHTS OF EAR AND EYE--THIS WAS TRUE HAPPINESS..."
"Spring ceremonies of purification" - sounds like the spring purge to me. Let the purging commence.
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rodeo13 ago
This translation of the Prefecture 353 portion of the Lingua sculpture is from http://elonka.com/kryptos/mirrors/daw/dctrans.html.
"These translations were transcribed from plaqes at Washington, DC. Typos did appear on the plaques and were left as is."
"KUANJI PREFECTURE 353 AD "IN THE YEAR 353, THE NINTH YEAR OF THE YONG-HE REIGN, EARLY IN THE LAST MONTH OFSPRING, THERE WAS A GATHERING AT THE ORCHID PAVILION ON THE NORTHERN SLOPES OF THE KUAI-JI MOUNTAINS; OUR PURPOSE, TO CARRY OUT THE SPRING CEREMONIES OF PURIFICATION, MANY A GOOD MAN CAME, THE YOUNG AND OLD ALIKE. THE PLACE WAS ONE OF MIGHTY MOUNTAINS AND TOWERING RIDGES COVERED WITH LUSH FORESTS AND TALL BAMBOO, WHERE A CLEAR STREAM WITH SWIRLING EDDIES CAST BACK A SPARKLING LIGHT UPON BOTH SHORES. FROM THIS WE CUT A WINDING CHANNEL IN WHICH TO FLOAD OUR WINECUPS, AND AROUND THIS EVERYONE TOOK THEIR APPOINTED SEATS. TRUE, WE DID NOT HAVE THE HARPS AND FLUTES OF A GREAT FEAST, BUT A CUP OF WINE AND A SONG SERVED WELL ENOUGH TO FREE OUR MOST HIDDEN FEELINGS. THE SKY THAT DAY WAS LUMINOUS, AND THE AIR WAS CLEAR; GENTLE BREEZES BLEW SOFTLY AROUND US. ABOVE US WE LOOKED ON THE IMMENSITY OF THE UNIVERSE; THEN, LOWER-ING OUR EYES, WE SAW NATURE'S INFINITE VARIETY. AND AS WE LET OUR EYES ROAM AND OUR HEARTS SPEED FROM THOUGHT TO THOUGHT, WE COULD EXPERIENCE THE GREATEST DELIGHTS OF EAR AND EYE--THIS WAS TRUE HAPPINESS..."
"Spring ceremonies of purification" - sounds like the spring purge to me. Let the purging commence.
seanhurray ago
https://voat.co/v/pizzagate/1700870