alistairmather

i dreamt today while napping after dinner. it was a dream about a transvestite priestess of Mictlan who tasted like summer and death, of a larval insectile queen who secreted nanomites and pheremones and remade the cities in her image, of angels who existed in the interstices of demensions and had seven eyes and six wings and looked a little like serpents with strange angles.

and then there was me. me as Idle and me as science and me as magic and me as me... and they were all the same.

magic and science and religions of all kind are all systems to explain a place that is constantly changing but always with room for everything. we keep blinding ourselves by trying to see differneces or by looking for closed systems, but the system is open and always will be. magic is a science and science is magical and there is room enough in a single person for all the gods there ever were and ever will be.

the city, my city, dirty lovely buffalo confimred my dream and laughed at my wonder for she has been telling me this all along and i kept forgetting to remember. listen to your city or your home, its voice is the sounds you take for granted but it is a voice and loves to share.

good night everyone... and may your dreams be as fulfilling as mine.