Someone put the shiny on the ceiling, now we have to take the whole thing down. Here's some dialogue from the new graphic novel:
There is my contempt. What is your brandished alchemy doing so slightly beneath the ground? You spin out like particles in a sandy wind. This small star here, how many more are there? You are the ripple but where is the wave? Where is the sea?
So what?
Don't you think some mind ought be paid on your encroachment, to this action of gross polarization? Some perhaps there are in or out and they are, with no interest, in your efforts. They are there. and those who are in AND out? Who can be the two? And your offense in their world, would it befall you to say, to admit? Who else is there?
Finally those in nor out?
Would they now?
Would you know them to see them? Would you recognize that presence, their aspect that gave you the light of this star, the granting and knowing, which you are without. You are without, they are within.
Can you pick them from among many? Could you point and gaze at them to show us?
Do you hear this friend? Their saying of seeing them, pointing to them. They says they can see them!
Of course they can see them, but first they heard them.
They saw and so they dig, and they let go these stars! They heard the starfall and made it full upon the ground. There are the filling stars and you friend, you will have to know more before you speak.
So this is your star. How does it burn?
Oh so! Oh SO!
The discarded blurb:
I wonder as you are reading this whether you can actually believe anything I tell you, or is everything a single wedge pretending to the whole orange, or worse, a mirror. If it is the latter, then who's light does it reflect, the sun or the moon, and is that illumination rich enough to guide your hands through the folding of the paper. Do you really need eyes to read the map of the future?
There is my contempt. What is your brandished alchemy doing so slightly beneath the ground? You spin out like particles in a sandy wind. This small star here, how many more are there? You are the ripple but where is the wave? Where is the sea?
So what?
Don't you think some mind ought be paid on your encroachment, to this action of gross polarization? Some perhaps there are in or out and they are, with no interest, in your efforts. They are there. and those who are in AND out? Who can be the two? And your offense in their world, would it befall you to say, to admit? Who else is there?
Finally those in nor out?
Would they now?
Would you know them to see them? Would you recognize that presence, their aspect that gave you the light of this star, the granting and knowing, which you are without. You are without, they are within.
Can you pick them from among many? Could you point and gaze at them to show us?
Do you hear this friend? Their saying of seeing them, pointing to them. They says they can see them!
Of course they can see them, but first they heard them.
They saw and so they dig, and they let go these stars! They heard the starfall and made it full upon the ground. There are the filling stars and you friend, you will have to know more before you speak.
So this is your star. How does it burn?
Oh so! Oh SO!
The discarded blurb:
I wonder as you are reading this whether you can actually believe anything I tell you, or is everything a single wedge pretending to the whole orange, or worse, a mirror. If it is the latter, then who's light does it reflect, the sun or the moon, and is that illumination rich enough to guide your hands through the folding of the paper. Do you really need eyes to read the map of the future?
daphne:
thank you