The Paradox Of Man

And the Spirit of the Depths spoke and said: Man no longer thinks; "it" thinks in him. And I saw a great world stage. And upon the stage I saw collective man staring into a black mirror. And looking back upon his collective face was acrimony, distrust, hatred, malignance, despair, greed, malice, shame and hopelessness. And I watched as collective man brought the sword of justice down upon his neck. And his blood burst forth from him in an enormous wave that drowned the world. And as the blood receded, in it's wake I saw individual man. He had blood on his hands and a look of horror and disbelief on his face. And his head opened and out of it escaped a thought that "it" had placed there.  And the Spirit of the Depths spoke and said: Of wolf and man. Hunter of himself, devoured by himself.  Commentary While we as individuals can't control getting swept up in the tide of the collective, that doesn't mean we necessarily need to fall prey to, and become unthi...

I dreamed a dream of the silver tongued dragon. Projecting magnificence, maleficence; radiating presence. To behold its form and beauty is to be mesmerised by its atmosphere, an atmosphere with gravity, drawing into its orbit troupes of "flying monkeys", clambering one over the other to perform their duty of abuse by proxy lest they become its next meal. The beating heart of the silver tongued dragon is a lump of coal as black as the night sky. To keep its black heart beating ember red requires an elaborate and insidious spell, a spell of deception and psychological manipulation cast by the light of a "gas-lit" fire. Beware of the silver tongued dragon. Do not let it draw your ire since this is the trap it sets for you. To speak out against it is to speak its language. No sooner do the words emanate from your lips than a madness and confusion surround you. You are the enemy and it is you who will be hung out to dry.  Much better for you that you be a "grey rock...