The Plain Facts, Carved
What It Is
Told in the Seanchaí Tradition
The Build Story
The Tuatha Dé Danann were never one shape — the same spirit went about as a hag at the ford, a warrior on the road, a salmon under the weir, and the old texts are careful to say these were not deceits but true forms, the way a fire is truly a hearth and truly a bonfire at once. The model definitions on this shelf were cut in that tradition: one house of inference, many named vessels, each definition ladling the same fire into a different cup — a keener for the grieving questions, a jester for the idle ones, a clerk for everything that must be filed. The pot itself is the household's own — Ollama's, served through Open WebUI — and the definitions hang from the beam like recipes, in Python, each one answering when called by name. The Dagda's cauldron was praised for a single property: that no guest ever left it unsatisfied, and that it never emptied, not even after the cow-raid. A shelf of named forms is how a modern cauldron keeps that promise. The ladle comes out slightly different each time the moss is brushed aside, which the guests have learned to call flavor.