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Necronomica (extract from a dream)today, i had a strange illusion, in my dream, a swan came to me and spoke with a bound leather tongue- lembit aszkrith fugard imkimaka/ whelred infant degarmind rtak / dank water parted / india seas squirted beyond paramour / faith healed wigwam / /then opened the book of demonicness paper seulled with blood /fastigata plantain swithnign <> the war is thus: either the (necronomicon)-(i.e. infinity) exists or it doesn't exist {n.b. a moment's contemplation of infinity is insanity} there is an eternal(? some say finite) battle between the forces of finity and those of the in-finity. finity denies that in-finity exists. infinity doesn't have to deny anything, for _if_ it (kthulu) exists, then the finite exists only within it, is part of it. it does not matter, it is irrelevant even to ask _where_ infinity exists it can be inside a crack, inside the smallest atom, or at the furthest distance from here in space and time. wherever it be, it be all-consuming it is entirely made of mouths it is entirely made of anything-you-posit and also entirely-not-made of anything-you-posit and anything-that-is-never-posited, which can never be posited it is made entirely of that - [c.f. amor fati] 2 finity is by necessity a frame (the covers of a book) in-finity lurks everywhere but is nowhere _within_ the frame its bulk cannot be accommodated there it is simply "the most burdensome idea" it is of course the most horrendous thing, whilst being simply a concept in that concept is the seed to destroy the universe (has already thus destroyed it countless times, is destroying it now, is tearing you apart _now_ as you read this word) the frame is our cot, our armour, our net keeping us safe inside but the _knowing_ can reveal that we are never safe all that keeps us sane is that we (_forget_) again and again over and over this is the true frame, the bookend, our own birth and death beyond which is the blackness of our forgetting. <> these are normal words from a normal person/i hope you like/suchwith the end of days/we will all be medieval (leather) again/nay, grubs in swamps/swans/aye heavenly beings/are even now--this, is the normal grounded state ![]() Mind Spool 2012 |
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