Yggdrasil - The Tree of Life - is there at the center of everything. It is everything. Humanity is climbing its branches, exploring its moist, hot and shadow-filled surroundings.
The language of Life is old, ancient. It won't be kept quiet, it won't stay down. Life is the primal force of everything. Life is everything.
And today, after a seemingly long absence, Life is returning with a vengeance. The Night of The Twilight Summer is coming, growing out of the shadows, out of the Earth itself.
Existence is vast...
The world is one sea. The present day "human" society is a single, small wave in that sea, a parenthesis in history. There is an infinite number of seas in the universe and countless even on Earth itself. The universe is one ocean.
There are many oceans...
Whispers speak to us from a faraway time, whispering their long lost, misplaced secrets. Standing by The Tree of Life, the Human Beings tell us how to be Human, how to be Human once more. We are so very far away from home, you know. All of us. We've wandered so very far from home. To the point where we're mere puppets dancing on strings, tiny parts of a well oiled Machine. Not Human.
The tyrants, the janitors, the "caretakers" of this gray, inhuman present day world, tell us many lies. They need to do that, in order to keep their hard fought power, their vaunted positions in society.
The ancient Human Being is stiffed, buried under veiled chains, buried no longer. Held by imposed restrictions designed to keep in check the fire, the life, the humanity that is forever what we are. But ancient times are returning with a vengeance. Old proven methods of tyranny and deceit no longer work as well as they used to. The real Human Being is awakening. Buried no longer.
- Chaos is everywhere... Chaos and Order are just words, of course, narrow concepts of reality as understood by present human society. But taking that into account, Chaos is the norm, not the exception... And it's good...
"Common sense is actually nothing more than a deposit of prejudices
laid down in the mind prior to the age of 18.
Every new idea one encounters in later years
must combat this accretion of "self-evident" concepts."