12.3.12

Speaking the Truth

Alright so, Abstraction is... a word.
The thing is even when something makes no sense it still needs to feel true. Even when something isn't real it must some how come alive. Otherwise it's just a verbose soup of obtuse bells chiming flatulent spells, rubbing so close together and stroking everything tender, starting soft and feeling through every splendor, then humping and throbbing and pumping now mercilessly stronger, and louder and foaming and moaning in heat and surging buckets of supremely engendered prose in a dissonant beat, bursting robust and muscular harmony through the celestial pink now swollen and open and dripping, coming closer and closer to the peak of ascension. Pay attention because this part's important. Did you just get a little horny? Because if you didn't catch it, I was talking about farts. Armchairs and tables become sexual sights and seeds, clashing against the boundaries of pitiful niceties and dishonest memories until anger takes our proud humility and plunges into a deep, foreign melody.

You see, everything must sound as though it cries when missing its favorite blanket. Otherwise we're stuck wondering where the cruelty of reciprocal interest came from and how we can be rid of it as quickly as possible. How loud must we shout when chewing through the thickets of our lost dreams and sending costly signals to the underlodged and naked things.

I apologize, this is all really deep shit. It's so deep we drown in the stew and stink up the metaphysical rockets with our egotistical glue. We take life and grab it right from our eye sockets until we can recognize something, something, something new.

This is what came before the sun and the seagull! This is what came before the cosmos and the rain and the quiet truth. This. This is honest truth. I swear to god I'm Not making this shit up. It may not be recorded in history books but that's just because conspiracy nuts worked with evangelical coocs to fill every inch and corner of the moon with baked potatoes colored golden-brown and covered in feathery sour cream and juicy bacon bits. Now ponder this, because this part's important. Did you just get a little hungry?

See, this is the really deep shit. This is the sound a child makes when it realizes it's going under the thumb of a band of parasitic loudspeakers, cannibal tricksters and uprooted scores of boundless whispers and that hidden shade staring at you from the closet is so fucking real you better start screaming because it will come and get you but only. Only if you promise that you're really afraid. See everything must sound as though it's too ripe to be real, as if it's begging to be picked from its pedestal and chewed up and swallowed and shat out some dude's asshole. Otherwise it won't make you cry.

And real truth must make you cry. Sensible assertions are broken by the complexity of the frivolous and circular circumstance circling trivial options and deceitful concoctions and activists are just catering to propaganda's patronizing sentences. But I promise you this. I will never patronize my audience. But feel free to start crying. After all it's a rough and lousy sketch of life for doubt collects upon the corners of our eyes each time we wake and realize our dreams pulled a fast one, fabricating a haven to console our locked passion. We scratch and claw at the concrete walls that have all rust and dried to dusty, sour surfaces so ugly and pale and seeping smells musky and stale. We claw at these walls, driving and pounding and stripping our nails to bone to escape the cruelest truth we could ever know. That flat, frigid fact that short and shallow hearts beat deep and always sweep untraveled streets, clinging to the sideburns and leather jackets of extradimensional Fonzis, hanging off every synchronous remark whether or not it stands a chance at solving any Earthquakes or Bee stings or Overdue Rent and not one of them can shake the feeling. Not one of them can shake the feeling. Not one of them can shake the feeling that none of this shit makes any sense.
W-w-wait! This part's important... Nevermind, I forgot what I was I gonna say.

11.3.12

Creation

Primarily we have singularity, the atman or brahman, that which is neither something nor nothing. Infinite potential sought manifestation and the source fractured into pieces. Arbitrary habits evolved from the earliest reactions and processes and they became our physical laws.

According to the standard Abrahamic perspective, we are powerless creations living in God's grace. However, according to the Hermetic perspective, we are co-creators with God. Magical terminology shares roots with language. In the beginning there was the word, and the word was God. To cast a spell means merely to spell, to curse is to curse, a Grimoire shares the etymological root with the word Grammar.

That's why they're called the Magical Arts. An artist could be described as anyone who commits action with the realization that the pen is mightier than the sword. The efficacy of our actions upon the world is often beyond our awareness. We typically cannot see the ripple effect of our attitudes, our thoughts and our words. We are mostly blind to the influence we wield over our reality, which causes us to swing this power around haphazardly rather than take responsibility for our circumstances in life.

Making decisions can feel easier when one has a sense of truth on their side. However, actions and beliefs cannot be considered more truthful than another, simply classified under different styles. In the same way that physical habits emerged from the infinite potential of void, evolutionary habits also emerged from the ecosystem of living things. In Hinduism the first fraction of Brahman manifested Vishnu, who represents Preservation, and Shiva, who represents Destruction and Recreation, or more simply, Transformation.

This is different from the masculine and feminine aspects of the Gods. The masculine aspects draw power from their feminine counterpart. For instance Vishnu's feminine aspect is Saraswati which can represent knowledge, music, art and science. Knowledge arises from ideas which have a strong enough foundation to survive the criticism of Shiva. This foundation invokes a sense of harmony like Music or a statistical advantage like Science. In this way, what Shiva fails to transform becomes sacred, and Vishnu draws power from this sanctimony. Shiva's female aspect, Shakti, is synonymous with power and without Shakti all beings would be inert. This power is analogous to the relationship between flame and heat for a fire. What the fire burns becomes the heat that powers the fire. This makes the term Destruction rather inaccurate. In fact, when your computer gives off heat, it is expelling excess bits of information, not destroying them. That which cannot be preserved is not destroyed by Shiva, it simply empowers Shakti which in turn empowers Shiva. That which can be preserved becomes knowledge, empowering Saraswati which in turn empowers Vishnu.

Speaking in terms of evolution, all adaptation is born from random mutation. If the mutation is not viable, it does not survive through time and instead reinforces the standard. If the action is viable, the transformation spreads throughout the system and becomes the new paradigm to be preserved and tested against further mutation.

In biblical terminology, people are the battleground between the Creator God and the Challenger God. In Zoroastrian terminology, people are the battleground between the Creator God and Destroyer God. In Nietzsche's Apollonian and Dionysian terminology, people are the battleground between that which Godly and Beastly or Civilized and Wild. We have the choice, not between Good and Evil, but between clinging to Statistical Advantage or Experimenting, between Pragmatism and Imagination. In this way, Art can be described as the bridge between Heaven and Earth, between the Animal Kingdom where our Corporal forms find their history, and the abstract sphere of Possibility our minds are capable of exploring. There is no certainty, we are all Gamblers placing bets. But much of the time, failure draws more reward than inaction. The failure of Shiva enables the growth of Saraswati, and the success of Shiva cleans the excess aspects from the realm of Vishnu.

This concept promotes a sense of balance when considering the reception and propagation of new ideas. If the mind is locked too deeply into preservation, it becomes immovable and thus cannot evolve, leaving it vulnerable to systems which are willing to evolve. If it is too open to transformation it becomes susceptible losing valuable aspects of its current fixture, or spreading destructive behaviors throughout the system.

Simply because there is no certainty in life, that is no excuse not to perform action. Only time reveals which actions and behaviors are viable. We are all a fragment of God, and because of that, all our experiences and the actions they lead us to are sacred.