Tag: Pen and Ink

  • The Hourglass of Saturn

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    Some Questions What if time were a constant governed by a mechanical device? What if somewhere from deep in the pleroma between Indra’s faceted jewel’s there was a perfect machine regulating the flow of immediate experience? How would it function? What would it look like? Some Thoughts The Hourglass of Saturn is a very literal…

  • The Pyramid and the Sphere

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    In the valley of the pyramids something waits below the cyclopian monuments. Buried by the ancients preceded by nothing on this planet and forgotten to modernity. It’s surface perfectly smooth worn down by the infinite cycles of the stars. The sphere under the pyramid is a hypothetical, unfalsifiable enigma like Schrodinger’s cat. The question of…

  • The Modern Monk

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    Narcissus rising What does it mean to be a modern monk in a house of mirrors?As reality coalesces from the luminiforous aether and the solidity of consensus is established we find ourselves trapped in corporeal space. We are jailed in a bardo of illusion where satisfaction is dangled in front of us like a carrot…

  • Fou-dou Child

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    The Muses Few images from the 1960’s counter culture are as enduring and resonant as Jimi Hendrix blasting the crowd at Woodstock ’69 with the oscillating mayhem of his guitar over the PA. Jimi split the wigs of the folkies with his electrified performances and paved the way for a new way of experiencing music.…