21.7.10
An I-Ching Reading
20.7.10
Dan Winter * Dodecahedral Grids * Fractality * Gravity & LifeForce * Pla...
This guy is nuts. I would love to be on his level and understand everything that he is talking about, but he brings so many theories together so fast that it's hard to keep up with him.
Death of a Louisiana Princess
The girl looked young, but the sorrow in her heart betrayed her age. She was the marshland spirit, and these were her last healthy moments. With closed eyes she stood on the rolling waves, feeling the warm breeze wash over her skin. Her body was under attack, and now her very existence was threatened. There was a somber quietness that stirred the princess, and when she focused on it, she could feel suffocation and and reckless hate creeping into her body. Opening her eyes, she smiled seeing that underfoot a school of fish were darting and playing. The innocence of these creatures would not be forgotten. These fish, like all other creatures in this marshland, were her children. She loved her children. And this was the last generation.
For her whole life she gladly gave parts of her body for the nourishment of man. Even when man took more than he needed she continued offering parts of herself - fore man was the favorite of all her children. Fisherman would come and she would supply shrimp and fish for their families. Her trees cleaned the air for man to breath. The birds and amphibians would play songs that breed love in the minds of children. These where her gifts, and now the impossible was happening – she ran out.
She leaned down and, with cupped hands, took a sip of the water. She swallowed the cool water and it filled her stomach with light. All these gifts here, and still man demanded more. Man slowly encroached on her land, scaring her beauty with roads and concrete. However, she still loved man so she let him. Man wanted more, more power and might, so he took her blood. But she still loved man. Like a Hydra, with each limb she sacrificed man became more greedy.
Standing alone, she saw the dark cloud inch ever closer. Was this her fault? If she had simply disciplined man, would his greed have dissipated? Did her unbridled love help fuel man's ego and lead ultimately to the destruction of his mother? Should she have starved her favorite child for the sake of all the others? She was stunned with the notion; the princess didn't want to breath any more. This was her fault, she thought, as the dark hurricane washed over her.
The storm over took the Louisiana marshlands. The lightening bolts where pangs of misery, thunder like the screams of tortured infants. The princess watched in horror as her children suffocated, turned white and floated weightlessly on the waves. “This is man's fault,” she thought, as something evil gripped her heart. “Man will pay.” She turned her back on her fallen children, her body numb with rage, and became part of the dark cloud that was ascending on mankind.
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