Titanic forces war within us. A war waged by the blood against the intellect, between the influences of the industrial fallen world in which we live, and the primeval, fecund, blood drenched swamps that we remember in our dreams and in the shadows of the woods at night.

We are never alone.And the darkness is not outside of us. Solitude is a gift only found in the endless soul of the ocean.

There is a feeling of strangeness that has come over the world. We have a sense, scarcely articulated, that something is coming. And that the world we have become familiar over hundreds of years of capitalism and industrialism, has suddenly become surreal and bizarre. We suddenly become aware of the shadow that walks alongside us.

“The only way for humanity to make itself immune to violence is to allow the creation of a vast authoritarian system that protects individuals from personal violence through the endless impersonal violence of the state.”

Mythic poetry from Ramon Elani

We will not turn from this fire.We will not try to fix that which should break before us.

The machine-world, offering nothing but ash and bitter hate, will in time make a sacrifice of us all.