“Here is the secret laid bare: Down here, in material (mother-ial) existence, everything is inverted. The man is the woman. The woman is the power. The moon is the sun and the sun is the moon. The door is the trap, and the window is blindness. The question is the answer, and the answer is the question. The grave is the birth. The womb is the grave. The light is the darkness, and the darkness… is vision’s soul.

If we could remember, we would speak in paradoxes, and thus be liberated. But we incarnates obey the superficial structure of appearances. And so our liberties… our freedoms, thus invert … because we speak in declarations. Which lie to our souls, while validating our »thinking.

The moth – is the actual butterfly.”

— infraheard