Dear Laura,
I live in Albia, and recently the Hand has been very good to us in the way of COBs. Life has been lazy and slow, a change from running scared of the Grendel! One day, I was going about my business, and I noticed a strange egg in the sky. For some reason, I can't get it out of my head and all I want to do is join with it. The Hand doesn't understand me any more; it wants me to do petty things like "push food". How can I explain to it that all I want is up there in that egg?
- Ashling
Dear Ashling,
Why don't you start an alternative Norn cult, say, 'Eggism'? You and your fellow 'Eggists' could be shamelessly brainwashed into thinking that the 'Great Egg One', (or in Bibble, "Gah-Geg-No") is even more higher and mightier than The Lone Shee himself! Your daily routine would include: pledging allegiance to 'Gah Geg No' morning, noon and before and after meals, momentous sacrifices of cheese and singing bleak, dreary songs of worship around the lighthouse. Your life would be one of servitude and oppression and your Hand would be powerless to intervene, for remember, 'Gah Geg No's' authority overrules all! 
- Laura