Jump by sharply extending your abdominal appendages
Into the unknown
+ Leptosporangiate
+ Plasmagel
+ Intercalary
+ Organogenesis
eing interested is crucial to man's existence generally and to my own in particular. I cannot violate my values though the machinic institutions of the present age may try to coerce me. It is only political. And what of the souls who will not abide by coercion? Was Hobbes right? Must they lead lives nasty, brutish, and short?
>Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
>mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold,
>fen ond fæsten; fifelcynnes eard
>wonsæli wer weardode hwile.
Where have all the border-men gone? Who will hold those edges that define our shape? For every Grendel slain is there a greater monster born.
[[]] The Matrix is not a place. It is not a system. It is a condition.
>...Who would fardels bear
>To grunt and sweat under a weary life
>But that the dread of something after death,
>The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
>No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
>And makes us rather bear those ills we have
>Than fly to others we know not of?
Ennui swallows meta-modern man and he grovels over the vacuity of life---or else skulks afraid of death and what lurks beyond it. His only reason for life is cowardice. Others push beyond this and become devils themselves. So as Yeats says:
>The best lack all conviction, while the worst
>Are full of passionate intensity.
Life is pain. How we respond determines the world we live in. Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog? As for me, I would not trade my pain for the comfort of stability. It is my cross: not to carry it would be no comfort, but condemnation. It is my will to have, to have the ills of others---it is my joy to become them, as Christ became sin. Truly, truly, no one felt pain, or will, so great as He. No one knew sin, or will, so intimately. To kill something, you must feel it and experience it so greatly you are it, and so it is you. To be free from one's selves is to be one self.
Man never thinks of thanking God for his pain.
+ Parthenocarpy
+ Abiogenesis
+ Sense-organs
+ The History of the Eye
[[]] Artists do not break down boundaries. To walk the border is to define it: exogamy of the geist---someone has to do it. This also is why nobody understands an artist in his time. Nemo propheta in patria.
During her imprisonment and trial, the religious authorities insisted on questioning Joan of Arc about her male dress. She herself was not interested in what clothes she wore. Then, it was thought to be impiety and sexual immorality; now, some try to make her a champion of feminism. Neither even sees the real point.
Joan did not care about attire or subverting gender norms or liberating women; she had a mission from God to save France, and wearing men's clothing was merely one practical means to that end. Only when you stop caring about the dress is it prudent for you to change it out for something else---but then you will probably just wear it.
Only the border-walker can subvert norms, because he does not care. A true artist does not pursue disruption and chaos for its own sake. Asher Lev never once smirked because his crucifixions broke all the rules and expectations of his Hasidic community. He had a call---a quest---something he had to do no matter what it may cost him.
>Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me:
>nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done.
If you do not weep and sweat like Jesus you have no business calling yourself an artist. And there is no paladin, no knight of faith, who is not an artist. Being an artist will not save you, but it might save others.
This means becoming a border-walker. The shaman descends into the cloud of unknowing, weakens himself only to bring back fire like Prometheus, and dispel the miasma that embraces the tribe. Moses only saw God's back after leaving Egypt to wander in the wilderness. Christ only rose after ministering to the souls in Hades.
To be one self, you must kill your selves---
To kill something, you must become it---
And Moses shone---
And Christ ascended---
For the bush burns and is,
And the fire and the rose are one.
Welcome to the Gates of Hell. Are you willing to become nothing?
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