Now if, like someone famished, you might pursue, value and ‘consume’ the pain, conflict, disgust, betrayal, confusion, hatred, and stupidity of the world… if you can, like the eldritch incarnation of some divine child… receive such shadows and all of their projections… knowing full what you shall make of them, what they will become…

And then… taking this earthy mixture like like a wasp mixing mud and mulched wood… like a potter wreaking form upon masses of odious glop… transforming it within your heart and spirit forward into its own medicines, histories, revelations, answerings… and rescues… recovering the treasures therein hidden in masquerade — then I say your heart may fill with more than wonder’s source, and like a creature altogether human you may find yourself amongst wise fellows whose nature and purview stagger both the tiny and the infinite.