And part two.
Chosen excerpts:
The sky is altogether not composed of such great distances as we suppose. In truth, it is an old fire. The stars are sparks. The Sun a burning coal.
The black of the sky at night is ashes in a bubbling drop of water. This is the same with us—i.e., as the universe burns, so do we. Our heads contain water very much like the sky holds moons. The burning in us keeps the water in our heads boiling and sputtering.
The sky is the dead, decaying body of God. The stars are glittering maggots.
The sky is the solid state of time. The Sun? Its emergence. The Moon, the tube it falls into. The stars are the fragments that never move on.
Everything is happening at once, but the sky is a clock, and makes things look like they are happening one at a time.
The black of the sky at night is ashes in a bubbling drop of water. This is the same with us—i.e., as the universe burns, so do we. Our heads contain water very much like the sky holds moons. The burning in us keeps the water in our heads boiling and sputtering.
The sky is the dead, decaying body of God. The stars are glittering maggots.
The sky is the solid state of time. The Sun? Its emergence. The Moon, the tube it falls into. The stars are the fragments that never move on.
Everything is happening at once, but the sky is a clock, and makes things look like they are happening one at a time.
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