One who believes in Imagination has no true Laws
a secret in every birth, in every boundary, each bifurcation, any dimunition
The self as epiphenomenon
Each thing is a convergence of things not wishing to be converged upon.
A labyrinth of worlds not ennumerations,
Only a chance, rambling mind can keep itself atuned
to the shape of a thing that does not hold itself
by shapes.
Advent: The Wheel Advent III: Mirror & Mask
World (reject linear plot) see where my ideas are taking me, where I mean to go with the whole plot-structure