Create Destroy

Create Destroy

Magic is real.

Not like shooting fireballs or anything. That’s not going to happen. But magic is real. If you can create an outcome that is opposite to what is probable, that be magic. If you can get a person to act some way against their own interest, might that be the dark art, Magicka?

This method of communication is some dark arcane art. I’m hammering out these little symbols and you’re looking at them and gathering meaning. That’s not natural at all. That’s some witchy shit. A dog dragging it’s ass across the carpet. You just envisioned it. I invasively put that thing into your mind now. I am practicing magic.

Written language is magic. I read stuff from dead people all the time. I have the thoughts of dead people inside of my head. We take it for granted because we grow up in such a world, but holy fucking shit, what an amazing and insane technology. The written word is the dead speaking.

Also I am dead. I mean, not right now. But at some point I will be. And this might survive. You might be reading this after I’m dead. How would I know? I’d be dead.

There is a magic to the act of creating something in someone else’s mind. Animals? I don’t think they have this. They have a primacy, a here and now and reaction. Tibby, featured in the upper right, looks out the window and sees a squirrel. He’s right there in it. Does he imagine? Certainly he cannot practice magic. He can’t put something into my mind. If he does, it’s by biting my beard and being annoying, which is decidedly in the phsyical realm and not in this space where I would measure Magic.

Fucker sticks his wet nose on my face at like 4 in the morning sometimes. He’s a good boy though.

ABRACADABRA means “I will create as I speak” And I will.

A leaf falling from a tree in a misty forest. An old Mexican woman, leaning against you on an flight because she’s nervous. Your bathtub filling up with water. Just banged out three of ’em. This thing has power.

This is what advertising is, this is what politics in general is. This is some out-of-body experience for all of humanity. Magic is that thing that imagination sits in. Periphery to physical reality, but dictating what the course of action is.

This is the great creator/destroyer

And it destroys

“well Mark,” you might be saying, to the long-dead me, “This sounds p cool. Got a lot of features that I like and stuff,” but let me tell you it’s not all good. This level of abstraction is causing fatalistic, suicidal behavior. There are even sad clowns now. Can you imagine such a thing?

Because such a removed from basic reality world view creates some schism in the psyche. In the affluent, Western cultures we need not want. We are mostly okay, have enough food and shelter from the wind that we don’t care about creature comforts. We have stressors that involve things like friends and our opinions. We’re not chewing on cactuses for moisture.

This thing is destroying our sentience. It is making us part of the culture and killing our animal self. God help us.

This awareness creates knowledge, and the prominent knowledge is that of death. And we kiss it lightly on the lips, nervous prom dates, and hope that somehow it won’t happen. I bet if I was born 25,000 years ago I’d know Lady Death a litle better, and I’d grab her titties and just fly into the nothing.

But instead we have this awareness, acute and paralyzing, of the finality of this life. I’m a Gnostic. Gnotty by nature. This whole thing is One thing. But damn, I’d like to never die. I am dead. You are dead.

Happy Halloween!