Some are claiming that love is the dominant power in existence. It has been hailed by poets and religion for centuries. Praised to no end by an ever more narrow society.

   I will claim, though, that this is not quite correct...

   Love, like death and other states, are merely transitory aspects of it. Not all those aspects are alltogether pleasent, but they're all, an integrated part of everything. Pull out even one tiny bit of the whole image, and Life itself is lessened, reduced to a narrow viewpoint.

   Life is a mighty ocean, not the single, singular wave society are attempting to convince us it is. We Human Beings are great, complex creatures of Life and Fire, fountains of Magick and Imagination, and cannot be measured by singlemindness, ignorance and intolererance. We will not be stamped, classified, pushed, filed, indexed, briefed, debriefed and numbered. Our Life is our Own.

   How can anyone classify what cannot possibly be classified? Can any man, not being a servile servant of an insane venture, even conceive of limiting the infinite?

         There is one simple truth:

                  Life is everywhere.

In the air we breathe, in the grayest of stones, deep into interstellar Space.

   If it seemes to be absent it's just a trick of the light, the simplest of parlor illusions, created by our insecurity, our fear. Fear created all gods, all gods that may not exist. Except Man. There are no god but Man!

   There is no standard, no fixed manual. Life pulls and tears in an infinite number of directions and notions simultaneously. The feeble attempts some do to do reel it in, keeping it narrow and swallow, is just that... totally inadequate.

         And it is good...

   We Human Beings are the very incarnation of imperfection, a strange and impossible and improbable and wonderful mixture of passion and rage and reason, filled to the brim of seemingly contradictions... so perfect...