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alchemy of polarities? As Joseph Campbell says on page 340 of the
Masks of God IV…
Oh come off it. See, I’ll sit here and think to myself all day like this.
I’ll give a speech to myself on transcendental meditation and follow it up
with Locke. I’m just dying to find someone to connect with in a genuine
way, but that look or gesture of genuine compassion hasn’t sparked. Our
eyes have not met.
I give away too much for those who play games. I’m too ridiculous,
too absurd, for those who don’t—both too distant and too present to
operate within the parameters that most seem to find the norm for social
interaction. In the arena of groups, within social boundaries, I can be a
guru and a self-parody but never a human being. There’s something
about my head-trip that won’t allow it.
I am now going down into an abyss. My blood has been transubstantiated
and feeds the telluric earth beneath me. I cannot say who or what I
will be when I have passed through this, but something I read in
Nietzsche does come to mind, giving me a hint of what I will do, and
what I must endure.
First, he says, one begins as a camel. He has been indoctrinated into a
society, and his world is designed in such a way as to contribute to that
society and bear its weight. But then, in some, a transformation takes
place where the individual becomes a lion, and battles the dragon “Thou
Shalt” in the desert. Should he return victorious, he will be transformed
into a child, which is like a “wheel rolling out of its own center.” It is this
descent into the desert, and this battle, that I must prepare myself for. My
transformation into Agent 139 is nearly complete.
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