
Arcana:
Dark Age of Reason X

Who says that all must vanish?
Who knows, perhaps the flight
of the bird you wound remains,
and perhaps flowers survive
caresses in us, in their ground.
It isn't the gesture that lasts,
but it dresses you again in gold
armor--from breast to knees--
and the battle was so pure
an angel wears it after you.
― R M Rilke

Why should I seek?
I am the same as He.
His essence speaks through me.
I have been looking for myself.
-Rumi









It is not the task of the philosopher to act as the Big Other who tells us about the world but rather to challenge our own ideological presuppositions.
