Ma’Kheru (or Maat).
The superior man abides in his room.
If his words are well spoken, he meets with assent at a distance of more than a thousand miles. How much more then from near by!
If the superior man abides in his room and his words are not well spoken, he meets with contradiction at a distance of more than a thousand miles. How much more then from near by!
Words go forth from one’s own person and exert their influence on men… Must one not, then, be cautious? –
The I Ching 15
He who possesses science and art also has religion; but he who possesses neither of those two, let him have religion.
The Devil himself names as his adversary, not what is holy and good, but Nature’s power to create, to multiply life – that is Eros.
One belief, more than any other, is responsible for the slaughter of individuals on the alters of the great historical ideals – the belief that somewhere, in the past or future, in divine revelation or in the mind of the individual thinker, in pronouncements of history or science or in a simple heart, there is a final solution.
If, as l believe, the ends of men are many and not all of them are in principle compatible with each other, than possibility of conflict can never wholly be eliminated from either personal or social human life.
Choosing between absolute claims is the inescapable characteristic of thre human condition.
That a special spatial situation existed in the universe was not altogether unknown, but was kept quite hush hush. About 95% of all human particles were unawares of any such phenomenon like the one above described. Making the particulars public, it was assumed, would spawn terrorist attacks, chemical warfare, cronyism, and all other manners of manipulation that were intent upon bumping the human lynchpin out of the middle. No one wanted to take the lynchpin’s spot but acted on account of (a) they could not understand the impersonal, non-special truth that no one is ‘picked’ to be the center, no one is unworthy, or (b) they just wanted to tear the world up.
Knowledge of the esoteric variety may be seemingly spurious or craven, but appearance is not always indicative of insides. The special knowledge certain occult-ish groups harbor is not superficial at all. The problem was that most practitioners had no idea how to apply this knowledge to their benefit, let alone how to use this knowledge without it being at the expense of an unaffiliated innocent. The power of those ancient precepts could no longer be fathomed for homo sapiens had forgotten what power is.
Power is the ability to redirect external phenomena at will: that is, to be the more forceful of two objects colliding in order that you continue on in your initial direction, while re-routing the direction of the other object away from its initial vector.
This and nothing less or more is power.
Nothing more than this exists.
Since the lynchpin homo sapien, Effie, is itself no different in composition from all other homo sapien particles, it could, theoretically, be subject to the force of a hypothetical juggernaut particle that delivers a blow of such momentum and force that it rips her from the center.
LUCID broadly reduces to the three senses below. The Latin roots of ‘lucid’ signify: bright/shine/light.
1: mentally sane;
2: clear; easy to understand
3: giving forth light; shining; bright; luminous
(lucid dreaming is only given as a subsense in 1 dic.)
LUCIFER (the entry immedately following ‘lucid’ in all dics.) The correspondence is ‘light’ and/or ‘shining.’
Latin roots = light bringing/light bearing
1: morning star = the planet Venus when it rises in the morning
2: Satan; Prince of Darkness; Devil
3: match for striking a light
(Luciferous = emitting light)
UNLUCID = especially unintelligent, obscure
Lucidity relates to a clearness, soundness, even transparent, but these meanings are created by virtue of “light shining in.”
In ‘unlucid’, I presume there is a lack of light, perhaps this is “the darkness that obscures.”
LUCIFER is allegorical device meant to elucidate some estoteric or hermetic principle?
Smile.
Cas
Every man and every woman is a star.
Every number is infinite; there is no difference.
In the sphere I am everywhere the center, as she, the circumference, is nowhere found.
I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the circle.
What word is the most fun to say out loud? by Casey Adams https://www.quora.com/What-word-is-the-most-fun-to-say-out-loud/answer/Casey-Adams-78?ch=99&share=19459b08&srid=CWTwk
Never break your mother’s heart.
He said, “Slick-you don’t hafta put effing limitations on the goddamn variables in a dynamic system! Like, the more chaotic the individual parts of a dynamic system are, then the more effing potentialities or organizational principles may be exploited and checked out for utility and efficiency. Why lock in and hoover when the shit will regulate itself eventually? Hmm? Why is it that everyone effing assumes that organic self-organization is so uncommon? … Well, you can still call it uncommon, I suppose, like…shit, like uh, as uncommon as a not great hand of poker.”
She said, “You mean if liberty is completely maximized, despite the appearance of chaos, society will spontaneously organize itself in a sustainable or meaningful way?”
“Yeah.”
“And the odds of this are as likely as getting dealt a losing poker hand- likely to occur more often than not?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said, “the only precondition is that the individual parts all impact each other’s functioning.”
All day, they walked the new city until it was unknown no more.
First, they pretended they were very important foreign dignitaries, stopping by shops and chatting up locals to see how their charade fared.
Then, the two of them settled into an imagined familarity with the area, as though they had memories of each cobblestone and awning.
“Do you ever feel home sick for a place you’ve never been?” he asked her.
She said, “only when I have time for pithy emotional existentialism.”
He saw the sheepish smile try to cut through the dead pan expression she attempted. And he knew without a doubt that she understood but could not given him the satisfaction of saying so. She talked a big game, don’t ya know.
There were beasts, naked figures, and divine entities ornamenting the buildings around them; it suggested an era of time that no one on earth could rightly recall anymore. The figures were strange and a bit barbic.
Wild and woolly? Sure, just like how the world is.
Evil or malificant? Unlikely.
So they paid little attention to the immemorial idols whose eyes cast down and over them.
When they stopped for coffee, she sat in her chair and, he in his.
With calculated nonchalance, she uncrossed her legs and spread them apart until the outside of her knee barely touched his leg.
Both acted as though they had not noticed.
As they began walking again, he told her stories of masterful musicians and composers, and she told him their correspondent ancient poets and philosophers. From there, they manipulated time and causation until they derived some flimsy connecting principle which they proudly asserted as the true source of the art.
They played like this until the central piazza was behind them, and the open public areas turned to thin avenues.
Right before the avenues reduced to shadowy alleyways. She smelled smoke heavy in the air and saw the cafe from which these hazy billows were issuing.
She insists they stop in. After all they were on foot and had not a serious thing to do.
Taking an inhale of indica, she feels her eyes refocus and a big grin takes hold of her face. Then she is flooded with notions of of objective beauty and her eyes widen and light up with with glad.
She speaks to him and millions of words issue forth from her mouth and past her lips. And, suddenly everything defamiliarizes before her eyes and the world becomes more wonderous than before.
She turns wanting his attention again, but finds he’s already been watching the cascade of changes occurring inside her.
He seems bemused.
It makes her feel very young and perhaps foolish. But, then she remembers that she is already a great big fool and it makes her heart happy because she is as she knows herself to be.
Except, she wanted to push it now. Indica’s rashness.
And so she found reasons to touch him on his shoulder. Pointing out things she had no interest in to keep the game a foot. She began touching his upper arm each time she spoke, as though she were ennunciating words through physical contact.
He noticed.
She did not notice this, however.
She was already rapt and her skin broke out in gooseflesh.
She never lost the teenage sense of arousal and desire.
The simple things sent a thrill through her: a touch of her wrist to his hand.
The way he smelled when the sun shone on him.
What it felt like to lean in close to his ear, and whisper words.
She felt her breath as she spoke, imagined how it felt breezing lightly into his ear.
Warm, hopefully. Maybe humid and hot even.
She imagined how the timbre of her voice might resonate. She spoke, therefor, lowly but sweetly.
At these thoughts, her breaths grew heavy. Her cheeks burned red.
She felt herself start to turn out from within.
She smelled a hint of the heat coming from between her thighs.
The scent causes her nipples to pucker fully and immedately. And she feels their perk being teased by the cotton camisole grazing her breasts as she moves her body.
Her stomach feels hollow and she wants to turn to face him and press her hips into his until she could feel his aroused cock pushing back against her and hard.
She walked out to the patio.
He followed her.
She imagined the feeling of pressing her naked breasts against his bare chest.
She tapped him on the middle of his chest with one finger.
The way her pert nipples would react to his flesh.
Then she flattened her palm fully against his chest, felt the downhill slope of chest to torso, and she momentarily forgot how to breath.
The way skin on skin starts to stick together with moisture.
He heard the missed breath.
She removed her hand from him and pretended to need to clear her throat.
He laughed and asked if everything was okay.
It made her tremble to hear him ask, because she saw him playing dumb. Truly oblivious people do not have to act unaware, after all.
She would soon feel like a fool again (which is her lovesome nature) or else maybe bring him to the place she wanted him.
And she wanted more than the simple erotic touches. She wanted to be brought to a shameful frenzy of carnal need. She wanted to be sweetly and wholly debased.
But she had patience.
WrittenCasey 