What you see here is the expression of what is not immediately displayed to me when my eyes are open and my conscience is alert. 

There is a spiderweb full of sparks and sinister reflections that vibrates in the hypercube of my mind and bounces toward the hypersphere made of infinite points; these infinite points are the contacts with the real of the divine, codified in many forms. And the more i look for these hidden contacts, the more they seem to hyde. Like a blind man moving in the land of the blind.

Actually, all you see here happens despite me.

When I stop looking, here they appear, organizing themselves into a mystical and brief explosion.

In absence I find fullness, in immobility I find the infinite movement in potentia, in the fog the road is clear to me:
the different states of existence in the plots of a paradoxical marriage.

There are moments when the absurd sense of sinking into an ever more external interior gives me the perfect perception of this world as something else.
I am the world, the ego is absolutized in the possibilities of images, letters, vibrations. I find myself in a huge playground emerging from beyond the grave, beyond time, death, beyond an end, walking along the tortuous path of GNOSIS, the golden knowledge that expands and expands, the clear ocean in which my darkness lives, that sublime darkness, sweet, consuming, abysmal that dwells in this body.

I'm the weaving spider.

I perfectly understood that i can read the world even in reverse.

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noctolae

Apathanatismos, or experiencing divinity in a fluidic intoxication. 
*hearing a long bellowing sound, straining the belly*, can you hear it? 

Some cows crazy in the night. Some corpsey cows. 
And inside one of those corpsey cows an infant toad-god is born.

entanglement

Vibrating body fragments seeking their liberation under the sign of decomposition and subtraction: 
NEGATIO AD UNUM is the way forward. Something always eludes the wholeness, 
being entirely in the same dimension is not a thing for us.



































                

cum-fundere

Neti neti neti neti neti: a glorious immersion in the forest of desire, a confusion 
and compenetration of states, in the explosion of the most extreme negation and unconscious, 
true self-affirmation. The flapping of a moth's wings.