What else could be required to decrypt it but you, and your inborn ability to interpret; to observe? You are the key; reading the ritual.
The invitation is to recognise your fallen nature because this will lead you to a full understanding of Milton’s message at the end of the poem; although fallen, there is nevertheless the possibility of “A paradise within thee, happier farr”
And eyes beholding radiance. And the gnats’ flickering dance. And the seas’ expanse. And death, and chance. — Ursula K le Guin “There is no such thing as non-fiction,” you […]
It thunders through me, like I remember it always doing. No stopping it, this upwelling like some lost sailor pulled to the surface by generous bonds, pushed by moonlight to […]
I am walking the edges of my world, wandering through endless boundaries beneath the starry night which wraps me in its timeless clock, a man lost in the utter beauty […]
For a year I lived next to the train tracks. Passengers and cargo rumbled past on parallel lines which made the soft ground shake and dance. Tiny frozen pellets piled […]