The Language of Form

Words place limit to the Formless, pinning down detailed definitions of known phenomena.

Words arise from conscious musings of Logic and Emotion, the two governed by a subterranean realm of imprinted patterns, primal urges, and fluid flows of existence.

From the steep precipice of definition reaches downward madness’ depths, a great abyss lying between the Great Integrity and the individual.

What is death but disintegration into the Mother of Form?

From death She speaks life anew, breathing Spirit into Form as the Self.

Form remains divided from Self’s identity; Self being an ever-elusive fragment of the whole from which Form operates; Form being the means by which Self perceives Self through an experience of otherness.