Saturnalia Pigmentation

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Council Mask

2025-02-24 04:49:36.879 -0600

Meaning arises from the meaningless, clarity dissolves into endless pursuit, and so we arrive at the shrine. Words fail where depth begins. Thought fractures into the infinite, scattered like shards of a shattered mirror. Religion murmurs a name- a progenitor or is it merely another veil over the unknown. We shape our worlds, stand above them as gods- but the truth does not lie ahead. It lingers behind us. And in the end, I see a simple truth: love and birth, surrounded by the calamity. - Jack

Council Mask

Innocence holds an interesting place in terminology to me. Naivety too. Both touch on something close to a wander or Blakean approach to the world which to me is the only way we'll make progress. Which beneath that like you said is a kindness

We hope it'll be here after we pass. We seem to remove ourselves from this ecosystem as if we're just a gloss on top. I remember when I was a child, my friend and I built a den in the woods, on the third night we arrived and it had been burnt down.

The animation for this song was directed by Walt Disney in 1929. 95 years ago. It's fascinating to see this reference through the lens of hauntology, expanding to society of a whole. A fetishization of nostalgia. We lack visionaries, We lack new.

Now visible, the father holds primordial. From mud to oak, life creates—a song, a poem, a hunger. Pull the thread, it unravels.

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