Godfrey

I'm an old child, a curious infant, as Hermes.
I write, as it happens.
...cosmic crossroads of artistic intent and activity, a node, a source, a channel, summoning, a hub, of the vortex beyond the veil.
Bam.
The Word comes forth from time to time, and I spit gold like unto the alchemical heroes of yore....
Also, and more importantly, I blip.
Music is the meaning. I make sounds.
The Written Spitten
Hobby: photographyness
The agony of breaking through personal limitations is the agony of spiritual growth. Art, literature, myth and cult, philosophy, and ascetic disciplines are instruments to help the individual past his limiting horizons into spheres of ever-expanding realiztion. As he crosses threshold after threshold, conquering dragon after dragon, the stature of the divinity that he summons to his highest wish increases, until it subsumes the cosmos. Finally, the mind breaks the bounding sphere of the cosmos to a realization transcending all experiences of form-all symbolizations, all divinities: a realization of the ineluctable void.
As the consciousness of the individual rests on a sea of night into which it descends in slumber and out of which it mysteriously wakes, so, in the imagery of myth, the universe is precipitated out of, and reposes upon, a timelessness back into which it again disolves. And as the mental and physical health of the individual depends on an orderly flow of vital forces into the field of waking day from the unconscious dark, so again in myth, the continuance of the cosmic order is assured only by a controlled flow of power from the source. The gods are symbolic personifications of the laws governing this flow. The gods come into existence with the dawn of the world and dissolve with the twilight. They are not eternal in the sense that the night is eternal. Only from the shorter span of human existence does the round of a cosmogonic eon seem to endure.
~ Campbel, The Hero With a Thousand Faces
The name of being wise is reserved to him alone whose consideration is about the end of the universe, which end is also the beginning of the universe.
~St. Thomas Aquinas
What if the Indians are exterminated, are not savages as grim prowling about the clearings today?
The universe is wider than our views of it.
~Henry David Thoreau
No doubt these trees would make good lumber after passing through a sawmill, as George Washington after passing through the hands of a French cook would have made good food.
~John Muir
Evil can only thrive when good men do nothing.
~Edmund Burke
In a world of universal deceit, telling the truth is revolutionary.
~George Orwell
True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.
~Kurt Vonnegut