“And so I suffer on, like the rest… To live, to love, to dream of dreaming; and some day to die, and dream once more — of living.”
— from The Man Who Dreamed of Living
Thirty thousand shields and swords
all glistening in Diana’s sweet light
await the order to destroy
the very breath of life
and just before the Great Apollo
lifts the veil of night
we rise up and deliver
a fatal strike to end the tyranny
we cut like knives on naked skin
We cut them
The following is an excerpt from an ongoing project, my magnum opus tentatively titled, The Canon of John. This passage comes from book II, entitled Vitam Mysteram, which is latin for “the mystery of life”.
I hope you find Truth and Wisdom in these words, to guide you on the path to your own enlightenment.
On Death and Immortality
Am I no longer human, that I have seen and now know what it is to be alive and what it is to be dead?
Perhaps immortality is something to be attained, not through spirituality or transubstantiation, or from acts of righteousness, or from bowing in servitude and grokking at the nature of imagined gods and goddesses, but instead from the very knowledge and comprehension of the thing which in and of itself does permeate and echo through the halls of eternity: mortality.