Form and re-form, transcience made flesh, flesh made earth. Tears and ashes, salt and blood. Nothing is lost in the transformation. The colours within the curves achieve a muddied immortality. Nothing is lost.

The destruction births a new creation.

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From within the system, the only perspectives available are the ones where perspective continues to exist; one half of the duality of an ever-created and ever-destroyed whole. Reality is surreal. The outside perspective determines the results, but who can say that a perspective exists outside of the whole? Who would be there to determine it's existance or non-existance but a perspective beyond the perspective, an endless string of watchers being watched.

In the end, the only certainty lies on the side of the abyss.

City Magic

Walking through the streets, you leave a trail through the landscape (make it stand out, make it matter! Make your own routes, challenge the traditions which make you pass around the tree, under the subway!); passing invisible through a crowd or standing out in the streetlights, the city knows who you are. An oily puddle is your scying bowl, the upturned contents of a park bin your scattered runes. In the city itself, you find echoes of something else, something deeper.

These are your gospels, your guidance in a troubled world; yesterday's newspaper pages three and four, a used bus ticket left on a train, the safety posters (mind the gap) as you travel, graffiti, sweet wrappers and the half-heard words of the people who pass you by. The umbrella is your wand, the briefcase your altar. You worship at your desk and travel home, head bowed and filled with a sense of release.

Without self-knowledge, there is only mimicry. Parroting the conclusions without ever following the path which leads to them, the answers become words on the page of the mind and not on the page of the soul.

That which dwells in the shadows is only a movement away from dwelling in the light. Know both the shadow and sunlit selves; two sides, one metal. Know not that the self is perfect, but know that the self is and is part of a whole which goes beyond self-knowledge.

Without knowledge of self, limits are not challenged and power is not realised. The root of power lies in knowledge. The root of personal power lies in knowing the self.