"mineral evolution" & "a Soul in ev'ry stone. . . ."

[Glenn Scheper]

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One mental image I remember was of an urn or vase sort of floating alone in a 
representational space. In the mouth of it was darkness. A soft light shone upon 
it from the upper right. Spontaneously the vessel began to craze. The crazing of 
it became finer and thorough throughout the whole surface and body of the 
vessel. Destruction was integral to, and in fact the very essence of the vessel 
itself. I reckon it as a mathematical sponge, or an N+1 dimensional Klein bottle 
whose self-intersection was not as in the usual schoolbook illustration, but 
evenly distributed everywhere through the vessel. Meanwhile, in my existential 
crisis, I tried to become 'smaller' to escape divine inspection and wrath, like 
a pebble that could think, having to stop its atoms from even vibrating to get 
ever smaller, a grain, powder, vanishingly small.
  -- file://InternalText/Help/YomTeruah


After fifteen years of research, I discovered to my delight, one amazing female 
exegete of monadic tantra, Emily Dickinson, who speaks much of death in her 
poetry, and calls herself rightly, the Queen of Calgary. You can readily 
convince yourself that F<-F is the predominant topic of her poetry. One of her 
expressions of the metamorphosis is "blown to powder", similar to my vase.
  -- file://InternalText/Help/RevelationNotes

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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