Mnêmosynê of the lake shrouded in darkness star-patterned like Nyx we praise you brimming antilight who swallows harmony down like eternity drifting deep and helixing high words known ideas unuttered knives upon the tongue Time a steady exhalation a swelling deep within reflection without recognition ready to break into song ⛲️
Great Mnêmosynê, powerful Titaness, you hold the lake that bears your name. Many claim to know you, yet grasp only at ephemeral echoes within themselves. Your waters are a vessel reflecting Nyx back upon herself — you hold stars so deep within that they become abyssal, unending — what was, what is, what has always … Continue reading To Mnêmosynê
I. O God, I have no laurel for a crown. The dust of dried leaves lies at my feet in this library whose volumes are countless. Here are the traces of all that I know, yet I open the pages and tear them out. Curled into flowers, strung together, they succumb to perfection as the … Continue reading The Cosmos — Void — Night — Radiance
This week, two things have happened in my life. One of these is highly topical and has to do with syncretic religious expressions; the other is a realization that I came to — and confirmed via divination — about things I have been mulling over regarding religious and philosophical communities for a few years at … Continue reading Skipping Along
In which I shamelessly self-promote one of my projects.
In which I introduce a series of posts on the intersections of stuff I do with religious identity and start out by gushing about Hermes and writing and all of that other good stuff.