Loops...

...pieces, threads, patterns...

Nothing is Truth, All is Truth...

(still dualism at the higher concept, mono, dual, poly...beyond?)
Wraith of the Mind slides the razor across the conceptions, accused before of overly deconstructive tendencies...

They did want to agree, but are dismayed when the agreement is also deconstructed...
Mysticism and Mid-Summer approaches...Feelings of the tears at the seams...
It was on the outside, gnashing teeth and seething voice...absence of Life,
blanket of mind...the tentacles of its invitations sought out the cracks in
the Ring

Past that when it left unfulfilled and frustrated (soon to return at some distant past), then the wonderment returns at a quicker pace, layers of the golden mean...
I am the Hermit of this sun-scorched land, some seek the Hierophant, the deeper nature...but the Warden denies the Seekers... Perhaps the Seekers are False or Lacking, when does the fruit become ripe?

Ate some Yucca petals and continued on.

The Mind’s eye can see the destruction of the sky, yet it isn’t...Must be careful not fall within...
The Druid of the Mind seeks a closer approximation of human tendencies, is the social seeking merely layers or a truer concept? (and the release of Self into the Ocean Goddess?)

There are few like her as she is today...

Whispers that the sacred Sacrifice --- Blood used to keep this land fruitful (yet this isn’t borne out by the archaeological evidence)...perhaps the Blood gave the people the Mind and Soul of this realm...perhaps there is a different place seen.

Seeds burst to the surface for the breath of the East, and the kiss of the West...do they worry if the Code is right? Does the spiral nature gather the sense of infinity?

Had some remembrances, increasing in occurrence of the past personal, constructed though, but still valid in use.

Exploring the storm drains deep in the forest...thoughts of apocalypse even when young...
Apocalypse is interesting, an end state...beckons itself to a monotheism of conception...wonderful easiness of thought...frees the energy for other pursuits, yet destroys the probabilities inherit...

Haven’t sought the sights of the false mist weave about during the night for a long while...a Hermit must continue to Seek...

and then the reflection of the Dawn in the water...