You awake, and find yourself staring with mouth agape, as though intoxicated, upward at a blindingly darkened sky.
You unwittingly play witness to, the alchemical heat of a Sol learning to dance with the glimmering somnambulist-inducing glow that is the Luna.
You observe on the horizon something distant yet increasingly approachable; indeed, you begin to see, far ahead of you, that…
a mighty tower arises.
POSTED DECREE:
Chaos breeds Creation;
As Death births Life.
“…it is primarily the artists who represent the genuine creative forces of a civilization or a society. Through their creation the artists anticipate what is to come—sometimes one or two generations later—in other sectors of social and cultural life.
We should see that artists, far from being the neurotics they are often said to be, are, on the contrary, more healthy psychically than many modern men. They have understood that a true new beginning can come only after a real End. And, the first among moderns, the artists have set themselves to destroying their World in order to re-create an artistic Universe in which man can at once live and contemplate and dream.”
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Greetings, Traveler.
Just passing-through, you say? Sure, sure. Plenty of space here for you to rest a dark evening or two. The fires are hot and, the meat is plenty. Fret naught and, when you feel ready, find a warm place for your head inside and, begin to seek a deserved…Dreamtime.
