Room 201

Oh, the magic portal slowly dies. What is the magic? The magic is the portal to the Real World. The Real World is not the realm of the day-to-day cares of business, politics, and exoteric religion. The Real World is not the land of practicality and pretension, punctuality and penitence. The Real World is just beyond that sacred state, beyond time and space, where the Person is met by experience unmediated. The mind is empty--there is no preconceived notions, no critical voice. There is only the phenomena and the observer.  Oh holy space  In verdant green, For once I see, Truly, as a child. There is, perhaps, a closer place than the Real World. It is the world where the phenomena is unmasked and the 'Thing Itself' is known. The phenomena, after all, is only the thought of the thing. What a holy joy it would be to know what hides behind or within the Phenomena! No rational investigation can reveal it; no dissection of flowers or plants will demonstrate it. We ourselves are...

Hey, The aim of the Radical Aesthetic Movement (fronted by the likes of Lydia He et al) is to make personally certain to a vast number of individuals the claims and statements of a given movement. It is the brute-forcing of beauty, beauty as battering-ram, for some given end. It is a means of circumventing the constraints of formal logic (which is often unconvincing) with a tool that is nearly immediately convincing, intuitively. How does this manifest itself (often)? It's to be "cool." The aim is to be subtly, effortlessly, yet unambiguously unaffected by the World. Though no secular (knowingly) takes seriously the ancient Christian concept of the 'World' as the satanic realm, they do believe it implicitly. Someone, an angel among men, who lives innocently and carelessly as to the affairs of the world (to be above it, so to speak) is as a god to seculars. It is to be beyond space and time, place and moment--to be ascended. The gurus of our age constitute of anyon...

  ~ Note ~ The following is a retelling of something that really, truly happened, not terribly long ago. It is a collection of stories told by a range of characters—dear friends to total strangers—stitched together into a cohesive whole. While the majority of this tale is told by am omnipresent narrator, the author has taken the liberty to recount first-person journal entries and particular monologue. He hopes it does not interrupt the organic stream of this work. Whatever. A warning: there will be many adults and teenagers who will hate this story. No child yet uncorrupted will dislike it. They will be endlessly frustrated at various sections, and dogmatic during others. Perhaps some libertines will be frustrated with certain depictions. I do not care. I have spent the greater portion of my life caring—I do not care.  We shall meet again at the end of this work.  Good bye & God bless - The Author THE SUMMER ONE “Phone Calls and Villages” “Zachary… so...