Above the allegedly human is the human of strange mien bristling with divinity. It is this beautiful ‘monster’ above monsters - inordinately strange and, perhaps, a source of terror to humans - this monster of awesome & awe-inspiring holy-fire, who postures forth God’s genius beyond extremes.

The immortals have become insane, unbinding themselves only with the violent ontologies of death, which they dare to name life.

As a young adventurer - what else is life for?! - penetrating the tornadoes of the Spirit, some metamorphoses were extreme: spinning upside-down as a divine infant whilst shining diamond-like with supernal rays, and breaching ‘quantitative laws’ by shrinkage and expansion into surrounding objects, in realms inhabited by birds with quasi-human heads, where billions of glittering seahorses played unearthly instruments of unhuman design. In these realms of unblinding scarlets and unspeakably pure white emanations, the Master made me sweat blood and weep at the sight of impeccably glorious golden citadels, as I saw my beautiful Heavenly steed ‘so long ago’ left behind.

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