I have no temples. I have no gods or goddesses. No leaders. The moon is a magnificent rock torn from the earth when the earth itself was a molten rock.. and little by little drifting away into space--which will change the length of our days, making the revolutions of the earth shorter and shorter, our days, shorter and shorter. The alignment of the planets, while wonderful fun and poetically generative.. dont mean shit for our lives. Whether Mercury is perceived (and its an optical illusion), as retrograde, or not, has no influence on our physical reality whatsoever. The wonder of the real world needs no made up shit to leave us in awe.. and rather, pulls a cheap magicians cloak over the magnificence of the universe as it is, preferring a false sense of control to our utterly helplessness before it--other than our accumulating knowledge... our only power. I say this, and this is my... not belief, but understanding, and I light the candles of my Faerie alter, and the unknowalbe refusal of my brain to acceded altogether to this so called real world. Out of that, comes my art. Its all in not giving way to the contradiction... haltered to those great powerful draft horses to be drawn and quartered--the life of the imagination arises only through refusal, by not giving way, not this way, not that.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 01:50:45 +0000