Because he weighs down my chest again. To silence the shriek of my cracking sternum.
“A thousand paths around me.
The horizon has exploded into a multitude that does not threaten; it enchants me.
Everything is new and seductive.
Nothing is dead.”- my diary, Thursday, June 15, 2000
Alleged Rose Cross. The woman with many eyes on her wings.
Art is the Priestess of Nature.
Number. Symbol. Rosa centifolia, unfolding its one hundred layers. Seven days before the chemical wedding of the king and queen. At the centre of the rose, the scented core. We must not hurry. We must go through each petal. The rose teaches us patience.
Nature is the Daughter of Time.
Cross. Union of two principles. Vertical and horizontal, active and passive, masculine and feminine. We coexist. It is the difference that separates us and brings us together. The cross teaches us unity and diversity.
Monas Hieroglyphica. Come together.
The highest wisdom is to know nothing. This is not an apology for ignorance.
