"This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around."
- Natura Principia
distant echoes of my voice murmuring gibberish, advising me for something of
high significance, something that I find equally pointless. The full satisfaction
of not knowing, and the curiosity of taking another path, just because I can, a
path more secret and less known.
of old sing in their long forgotten faith for showers of beauty and grace found
only in perfection, divinity and what’s known; but I’m not after innocence and
nobility, romantic notions of hope. It’s the twenty tens, and hope has forsaken
all lands in this world. In this youth, we chase for imperfection, through
mistakes and sins we strive to learn and become more.
difficult to accept that life operates outside order, because that way the
Lord’s free will and his almighty power would be disrupted, God would have no
meaning in a chaotic universe. And his freedom intended for us is our
condemnation, a prison of the heart bricked from even more gibberish.
choose to be subversive and move like an ocean current. In my occult heathen
excommunicated ways I aim to reach our true selves, my heresy is toward any
cage attempting to free us from choice. Not to waste resources on hope, but to
create and improve overall alchemy of life.