If there is a
sorcerous system, it is the profane serpent that cannot be denied by the
immaterial, the serpent that exists in the mirror of illusion (electromagnetism.)
In mundane
normality, the serpent is primeval rhythm; the folding turns of the body in
recline (). In the sorcerous system, the serpent has been extracted and exists
in the labs of acolytes in profane guise as cultured meat etc (GM, DNA).
While science
professes to be logical, it relies on profanity since logic cannot explain
living systems which are symmetrical. The spokespeople for the system – like Atten-bore,
prev – cannot explain rhythm, but it doesn’t stop them delivering an infinite
number of meaningless words against a backdrop of swarming forms.
What science
does not do is take rhythm as the starting point, rather than a stream of facts
that have no psychic or physical reality. The fact that rhythm is unknowable –
as illogic as time – and has to be experienced points to science as a mirror of
illusions.
They – the acolytes
– enter the mirror by avoiding the primal aspect of creation - the symmetrical
serpent – and replacing it with straight-line perspective. Because the physique
can’t be denied, the profane serpent enters this mirrorland of logic. The entire
logical system is a convincing nothingness devoid of psyche or the physical, of
content or style. They are replaced by number, convincing to the ego.
It doesn’t
matter whether you take Darwin or any of the other sorcerers. Darwin can’t
explain rhythm, and replaces it with other discoveries like DNA. The system is
sterile because fertility is a product of serpentine symmetry of physical forms
of animal and human. The symmetries connect back and front and sides into
proportionate shapes of action in the field.
All scientific
systems are information as opposed to symmetries. Information attracts the ego
to the mirror of sterile illusions. What is sterile is also rubbish in that it
cannot revive from decay.
As noted in P111
the primitive sublimity of sphagnum moss peatland decays and revives in acidic greens
and browns. The caustic content of places of power that would offend a Trump or
Musk. What “they” call green and clean
is simply sterile. A castle is draughty and smelly and therefore has an ecology
of dereliction – the strength of survival that is left by-and-large to fend for
itself.
Draughts are
healthy to the lungs, and germs are strengthening to the immune system. Castles
have fertile cultures that are self-generated, much like what applied to
Detroit (Drama3).
Tudor re-enactment
Glasgow tenement
1960s, Gothic deluxe (Daily Record)
The modern
mirror of futuristic progress is convincing but doesn’t have the time-based
attributes of creepy atmosphere and haunting desolation that gives presence to
abandonment.
I know
desolation isn’t very nice, but it won’t kill you and adds to the spice of
life. As I tend to say, dereliction allows for revival through psychic and
physical strength.
The mirror of
illusions “they” operate is psychically weak and getting weaker over time. The
patina that time leaves on things is really a product of the serpentine reality
of lines over time.
The psyche of
pleasure, the frolics of a funky gibbon – all are pure rhythm that science
denies, while letting-in a profane variant in the form of sterile techniques
(clean meat, GM, DNA).
The mirror of illusions, the sausage-factory (prev) – same thing - see Doury ().Another image that springs to mind is the one of Ayn Rand in her architectural "Fountainhead". Stern and self-absorbed, it contrasts nicely with the one of Perrine Sandrea ready for action in the field. The one is of the head - mirror, illusion - the other is fertile and of the lithe body, the sinuous neck.
Rand/Sandrea
C7
The images of a Randian city have their attractions. There is a style
that may be somewhat ascetic but can't be downgraded to Trumpian tastelessness.
The big city has its place; it's only when reality becomes logical that the
physical rhythms of the country are eclipsed by profanity.
Ayn Rand was a philosopher not a practicing scientist. I suppose she liked the psyche of pleasure, which is really rhythm-based. The enemy is not Rand, it is the acolytes who make of a numerical/monetary system the entire reality, not just the rational market a la Rand, extracting primal rhythm in the process.
Thus is the profane serpent formed in the labs of modernity. The noble horse is a counter to this Black Sun. Let's ride back in time, to
Ayn Rand was a philosopher not a practicing scientist. I suppose she liked the psyche of pleasure, which is really rhythm-based. The enemy is not Rand, it is the acolytes who make of a numerical/monetary system the entire reality, not just the rational market a la Rand, extracting primal rhythm in the process.
Thus is the profane serpent formed in the labs of modernity. The noble horse is a counter to this Black Sun. Let's ride back in time, to
To those who argue that facts are accurate; facts cannot be detached from physical reality. To take a biological example, sweat glands produce watery secretions which evaporate in heat, taking energy out of the surrounding air. This creates a cooler surface air (much like convection does).
All biological
processes are chemical, which rely on physical processes. So, to say something
is natural selection can only really be true detached from physical reality –
which governs the entire process.
It could be said
it’s physical reality that selects the organic process, rather than the organic
process selecting anything!
By and large, physical
selection will override any organic process since physical processes are so
universal. The physical processes of the sea produce fish which have many
similarities; of the land ditto; of the air ditto.
What “they” call
natural selection has much less to do with primitive physicality, and much more
to do with an immaterial state of number (algorithm) that changes the physical
reality to a sterile profanity. The “facts” are true in a sterile state that
attracts the ego to the Black Sun of calculation, that shines where the sun don’t.
Similarly, if the lungs weren't physical, they'd just be worthless junk. Anything physical has to be effective to a proportionate athletic figure performing physical acts of hunting and everything else a soul needs. When the physical rhythms – of land, sea, air – are eclipsed, enter the profane serpent that cannot be denied by the immaterial, the serpent that exists in the mirror of illusion.
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