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This one isn’t really all that complicated. Basically, it’s just taking that old saw about that: “Yes, there are two paths you can go by…”
One of those paths is to go through life at the centre of an entourage of so-called ‘friends’, and have fun that never ends (just so long as you’re buying…)
The other is a harder, rockier road of having less than a handful of friends, of which nearly all of whom are the sorts of friends that would help you move… a body.
Hence, I’m just taking that basic germ of an idea, and expanding it upwards through more metaphoric terms/levels of time, fate and luck, and extending it all the way up the Great Tower, and passing many of the levels on the way, starting with the individual inside and outside themselves. From there, I continue upward through the family, to the gang, to the clan, to the village, to the tribe, to the named and claimed region, to the nation, to the faith community, and all of them likewise inside and outside themselves.
From there, it is only natural to cross the line into the colder and more indifferent cosmic and meta-realms of time, luck, fate, Divine Mercy and Wrath, to the demonic, and all other things visible, invisible, and anti-visible…
From the superstitious fear of: “I’ve angered the gods!”
to the: “Almighty G-d Hath Blessed me!” hubris that goeth before the fall.
And, from there, we continue apace upwards to the eventual spire, passing through still more rarefied strata of the Created, the Uncreated, the Destroyed and the Anti-Created, and into the Red-Pill metaphor Ultimate Awareness, the Blue-Pill metaphor Ultimate Unawareness, the Black-Pill metaphor Ultimate Nihilism, and the still-indescribable Ultimate Anti-Awareness.
…All of them ultimately serving their own Reality, Unreality, Sub-Reality, Surreality, or the Anti-Reality visited only by Lovecraft..
“Cthulhu Fhthagn!”
One of those paths is to go through life at the centre of an entourage of so-called ‘friends’, and have fun that never ends (just so long as you’re buying…)
The other is a harder, rockier road of having less than a handful of friends, of which nearly all of whom are the sorts of friends that would help you move… a body.
Hence, I’m just taking that basic germ of an idea, and expanding it upwards through more metaphoric terms/levels of time, fate and luck, and extending it all the way up the Great Tower, and passing many of the levels on the way, starting with the individual inside and outside themselves. From there, I continue upward through the family, to the gang, to the clan, to the village, to the tribe, to the named and claimed region, to the nation, to the faith community, and all of them likewise inside and outside themselves.
From there, it is only natural to cross the line into the colder and more indifferent cosmic and meta-realms of time, luck, fate, Divine Mercy and Wrath, to the demonic, and all other things visible, invisible, and anti-visible…
From the superstitious fear of: “I’ve angered the gods!”
to the: “Almighty G-d Hath Blessed me!” hubris that goeth before the fall.
And, from there, we continue apace upwards to the eventual spire, passing through still more rarefied strata of the Created, the Uncreated, the Destroyed and the Anti-Created, and into the Red-Pill metaphor Ultimate Awareness, the Blue-Pill metaphor Ultimate Unawareness, the Black-Pill metaphor Ultimate Nihilism, and the still-indescribable Ultimate Anti-Awareness.
…All of them ultimately serving their own Reality, Unreality, Sub-Reality, Surreality, or the Anti-Reality visited only by Lovecraft..
“Cthulhu Fhthagn!”
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