It's been a day of madness. The good kind. From a morning of connect the dots (physics, Tao, ouroborous, Tree of Life) to an evening spent immersed in the dream world of ballet, I flooded myself with too much of good things. I am fine with the overload.
As I continue to work on Book Two, I am reminded of Grant Morrison's use of hypersigils in his masterpiece, The Invisibles. I am fleshing out several avatars of myself through my work, and I am reminded ... REMAKE REALITY! Who knew poetry could do such things?!?
There is so much I could try to say. Today was so expansive. But words? They might cheapen it. Better to roil and percolate and listen to Shostakovich and dream of the prima ballerina who stole my heart tonight. Ahhhh. The red hair and the fire in the eyes. Sometimes, it's all so very simple ...
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