On the current state of affairs...

Dissolution, spiraling inward, seeking to arise out of the ashes. Albertus Magnus mentions that a drowned insect can be revived in warm pennyroyal ashes, but alas, such methods are unavailable.

The thin veneer of Apathy continues to overlay the maelstrom of the darker well within. Ever flowing? No three drops from this bitter cauldron will awaken insight; no there are three deluges that have yet to appear. No glamour or simple twist of the mind this time. But persevere.

Death and Rebirth. Beginning of the new? The old Ego fights to reestablish equilibrium, but there never really was equilibrium, merely an unwieldy tool obscuring the darkness. Such methods must be discarded to become More. Seeking a release of the bondage of mind, a crack to be found, the legions pour forth, but are the barbarians at the other gates?

Waiting. Waiting again. The maelstrom is still whirling below, but the tentacles of the repression seem to have withdrawn. It must be engaged at some point.

So time slips as the clock slips when the gears are becoming stripped. Fixed between worlds with the key of liquid oblivion to one and an ominous sense of the other. The Will must penetrate and the demons must be bound. Waiting.