Monday, April 4, 2011

Transient Royalty

"Would that it were possible for thee to get thee wings, and soar into the air, and, poised midway 'tween earth and heaven, behold the earth's solidity, the sea's fluidity (the flowings of its streams), the spaciousness of air, fire's swiftness, [and] the coursing of the stars, the swiftness of heaven's circuit round them [all]!"
via The Corpus Hermeticum translated by G.R.S. Mead  [chapter V. Though Unmanifest God Is Most Manifest]


Friday, April 1, 2011

I'm not so much a poet as I am a fool.

Preponderance is not so much being contemplative as it is sitting real still while falling and waiting for something to come up.


I'm the tetris block that gets to choose it's own color. Aerodynamic Aquamarine Arbelos Auto-Assembles Arrogantly Amongst Abapical Abiogenesis. Word to your mother.





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