"Fail not, the stream from whose pure spring supplies
The silver men call "quick," the primal state" Augurellus, Chrysopoeia

homo_altus

quadruplex vox

“God, formerly the God of vengeance, who with thunders and lightening brought the world to disorder, took rest in the lap of a virgin, nay, in her womb, and was made captive by love” Nicolas Caussin

heiros gamos

The universe wants to overcome itself, it wants to break out of its placental sack with raging fists and reach into the other.
It has already denied itself with us monsters of most resistance; it has turned on its own laws to create us swimmers upstream

I understand.

I see without light.

Culture is the you you are not responsible for, it is the extra weight clinging to you, and around it you grow, you are never separate from it - ideas, dreams, expectations - culture weaves its reality through you and around you, it holds you above the ocean below.

Culture sustains the weak above the abyss, it holds them like a mother of ideas, like a father of reality - do not fear - it whispers - no matter how broken how lost how sick you become, I am here, my weight will suspend you above the ocean beasts.

"The You is older than the I" Nietzsche

The spreading sickness. We were dissolved from underneath, from just beneath the water line, we didn’t notice it in the bright noise of our desires, we didn’t see the rotting underside in the turbulent wake of the wish machine.