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retrocediendo a la antiguedad me abstengo de repetir los errores, ahora si sigo los latidos del monte. ahora miro la luna..
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Bernardino Luini Susanna and the Elders ( fragment )
National Geographic, July 1977
Boastings of male superiority, agile dancers in a prenuptial rite portray the sun and moon. Just as the celestial bodies loom above all, so do men see themselves as dominating Gimi life. Light radiated symbolically by gestures and body decorations represent mens’ knowledge of the world, for they often travel beyond the village while woman remain at home. A bark mask worn by the sun highlights the eyes, centre of awareness; a castoff rubber glove draws attention to a moonbeam hand.
no te demores nunca ahí donde no sos feliz.
Cats dance to a Satanic tune in a detail from “The Witches Cove”, a 16th century Flemish painting by a follower of Jan Mandijn.
From The Violet Fairy Book by Andrew Lang, 1906.
She looks so disappointed. “Oh. That’s it?”
“I thought it would be bigger”
In the beginning, there was Silence.
Existence was a watery Abyss.
Being an Abyss it is described as an Emptiness,
For it was without form.
Yet it contained the potential to be all things,
Thus may it be described also as a Fullness.
It was called Tiamat, the Mother of All.
Serpent of the Deep Waters.
She existed in stillness, a roaring Silence
Calm yet tense like the eye of a storm.
Yet by necessity all that potential caused an implosion
A contraction, a rupture, a space was thus created.
And this contraction was called by the name Tzimtzum.
From this erupted something not of the Abyss
Being not of the Abyss this thing was incomplete
Being incomplete it was imperfect
Being imperfect it contained ignorance
Being ignorant it lacked the Stillness and Silence of perfection
It was afflicted with desire and out of its desire it too began to produce
It is called Yaldabaoth, Saklas, Samael, and Jehovah, and Demiurge.
And from it came forth what is called the World.
And this World was shaped in imitation of the things in the formless Abyss
Things that existed in the realm of potential found themselves imprisoned
Given form and made to bend to the Will of of Jehovah
And Jehovah was pleased. He created division between things
And bestowed upon them incompletion.
It is through incompletion, through ignorance, that the world was made
Because creation is abomination, a disruption of the primal Oneness.
This is why the world is afflicted with ugliness,
And only glimmers of beauty shine through.
- Gospel of the Serpent
Darkwood, Daria Endresen, 2014
Jan Mankes, A crow watching a mosquito, 1918
A veces si alcanzamos a percibir lo repetitivo, y circular del tiempo, desde la lejanía nuestras aguas se conectan. no hay distancia ni ideas ni conceptos para describir a ‘otro’, todo se enunciaba con un yo.