sacred, whatever its variants, be a two-sided formation? One
aspect founded in murder and the other in common human genetics?
In my case,
the mutations resulted in superpowers. I could no longer
control my body's attraction to metal. Even now merely the thought of
magnetic fields causes me endless pain.
one's superpowers is the discovery of a circle which, via
both poles, endlessly rejoins itself. Life and death become fused in an
isolated plastic cell, suspended invisibly above the greying traffic.
We mutants have always found ourselves socially ostracized and alienated
by these new
characteristics. We have no hold on the others but one
woven of fright and repulsion.
the stories. He is the combinatorial fly-human. He is the
limit of bare existence. His need for fresh air and open space is
stronger than any hatred. If his mind can travel the globe, what
difference does it make if his legs work? His mouth chews a hole in the
But let me
tell you, no matter how different, we mutants still gather
omens in the street, just like you.
Homo sapiens into homo spapiens into homo spapiens into homo sapiens
sapiens. Something as immaterial as language, yet earthly, terrestrial,
a new living dead man, a new power, sapiens logodracula. Something as
immaterial as language, yet earthly, terrestrial, a new power, which may
them, manifests itself. Something as immaterial as language,
terrestrial, a new sacred man.
what might be called fabric:
integers, irrationals, imaginaries.
regarded as appearance:
a fitting, making-fit.
An appearance or look,
and, of course, 'essence.'
to remember about your feelings
That it encompasses
us. And that it encompasses us. And that it is
called ah me ah me ah me. For you know that you will be. You know that
you'll be gone. That you'll be gathered in at the edges with strong
elastic and sent on your way. That they'll beat your teeth in.
persuade us that we are embers. This god is the author of my
If you really love me from your heart, my son, obey me.
And chant on, sail on, bear o'er the boundless blue from me to every
ship that sails some of the briny world, some of the liquid-flowing
syllables, the perfume, the faint creaking of the old world; for the sky
here, we feel the undulating deck beneath our feet, we feel
the undulating deck beneath our feet, we feel the undulating deck
beneath our feet, we feel the long pulsation, the ebb and flow of
endless motion, the tones of unseen mystery carrying us I know not
whither, yet ever full of faith If you really love me from your
my son, obey me. And come to me that you may weep; kiss me, and give me
hand. But first I wish to wake him. But first I wish to wake
him. But first I wish to wake him. Noble, that ebb. Now therefore, by
meditating the whole night, I have discovered the single path.
is old, old. You shall drive goats from Phelleus, like your