#303 returns

what is spectacular is that we can’t see a thing we cannot comprehend the simplest forgotten speck everything is born from unimaginable complexity and strangeness none of which we should ever understand it would only ruin it all for magic and ritual nightmares and myths dance song lore and dreams of returns should be all that is necessary everything is better unknown where we define ourselves by our ability to imagine wonder or forget apathy separates the living from the dead poets be shamans of dark and light lead us into mystery and awe sharpen the edges of fears and bury sunlight in our bellies paint beetles in silver iridescence and keep the slowly twisting vortex of dreams spinning epw 2.17.08 perrysburg, oh