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One Of The Ancestors…

Yet I abide; for who is Pan is all. He hath no refuge in deceitful death. What soul is immanent may never fall; What soul is Breath can never fail of breath. The pity and the terror and the yearning Of this my silence and my solitude Are broken by the blazing and the burning Of this dead majesty, this million-hued Brilliance that coruscates its jetted fire Into the infinite aether… – Clouds Without Water/Aleister Crowley This post was ready…

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Soft September…

“Every branch of human knowledge if traced up to its source and final principles vanishes into mystery” – Arthur Machen So, this past week has been a bit of fun. Last Saturday was my birthday, and Mary and I wandered on foot from our house, across the river and eventually to Powell’s main bookstore and then back again. Picked up some books (illustrations: Arabic, India Paisley Designs, and a couple of Art Nouveau source books) that will help with The…

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R/Evolutions…

(Paul Signac – Against the Enamel of a Background Rhythmic with Beats and Angles, Tones and Tints, Portrait of Felix Feneon in 1890) Steps from “The Glass Bead Game” Maybe death’s hour too will send us out new-born towards undreamed-lands, maybe life’s call to us will never find an end Courage my heart, take leave & fare thee well. - Hermann Hesse __________________ This started out as an entry about the processes that one goes through as they get older,…

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