“From prophesying an apocalypse, I’ve come to live inside of one – and I’ve tried to make something beautiful of it.”
Read More“New oaks poke out below us in the street, where water runs around the lopped-off feet of some historic general whose head the children painted red.”
Read MoreWe’re done with ruling and with those who rule, with what they built and all their useless tools.
Read More“We must survive the night - and all the other nights. We must survive the flood. We must not just survive but thrive in mud.”
Read More“Our cities, once bright jewels on the plain, are swept away in shards of shattered glass and buckled girder. In the rending shriek I hear the one-eyed king of giants speak.”
Read More“Caught in the act of giving birth to a new oil-paint earth of no set design, you will lie there dying.”
Read More“All signs announce, the change has come. I will be something other than I started from.”
Read MoreFor empires crumble as I’ve been told, and in the rib-caged wreckage of gray leviathans I may glimpse some hint of the blueprint of this shared corruption. I may come to comprehend why I could never mend my own desolation. I may erase my station. - From Christopher Scott Thompson
Read More“No cluttered shelves with hanging altar cloths will ever save us. Nor will any ancient yellow poster of some killer angel explain the stain of sin or let us in on the secret of how Christ forgave us and how at last our cause must win.”
Read MoreThe fisher king was never healed, they never meant for us to heal him. They only meant to conceal what we’d been fed, so they concealed him.
Read More“This forest, or another forest - forests without end. As faith retreats and reason sleeps those times shall come again.”
Read More“But there is a king: his name is Lludd. They call him the Once and Future King.”
Read More“The future will have a place for neither faith nor reason.”
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