| - Diaphanous phantasmagoria is the language of tongues as long as lust that matter mussed...a reality just a hair's breath away from a fantasy, The Witches Rood 1988, London Press. Stephen muses to himself. Where would we be today if we really knew how to educate our species. Perhaps life would be a lot less fun that way. For instance, if our entire image of man and woman is formulated by will and idea, just where does one draw the line. Is there a line? And what then is our work? Where is our work really happening? Wouldn't it be funny (and not a little ironic) if, at the end of all our wide world wandering, it turned out that love was really the organizing agent of culture and communion. The New Reality, by Terry Graham, sits well read already on the dusty seat of the ol' red Ford. The first part Stephen underlined was..."Blood is Breath. And both, as a libation (or totem element of taboo rite of consumption) syncopate the mind without with the mind within, forestalling a vision which transcends both thusly: There is no right nor wrong. There is only the experience of Harmony...of Body...therefore all Action is Vision and vision is breath." |