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while ao spare in the fervor of his visions reconstituted the sigil from its roots in summoning energies in the exoteric world to creating energies from the esoteric – a process as far removed from its origins as metaphysics from physics – here, in the 9 rolling hyperspheres of gløm, in this fervor inspired by the conjunction of koo-shqa and a wayward marmot, sadoo z|z•‖┃☟┃‖•ÿῥῤñ^-˚¨˚`˝´~ ͂ˉ˚ migrates equally as far away from that which migrated away … sigilizing at a distance from spare commensurate with the distance between spare and its predecessors, from ˙pataphysics to metaphysics

what achieves this?

nothing

the sigil is not located here or there, outside or inside. it does not refer to pre-existent entities in heaven, hell, or earth; nor does it provide the capacity to conjure from the subconscious. it does not refer, it does not provide. the sigil does nothing, creates nothing, curses or blesses nothing, helps or dooms nothing, is nothing

our sigils – their hierarchies and disorders, their names and numbers, glyphs and energies – are empty sets upon empty sets upon empty sets. they are devoid of magic and intent, representation and outcome, force and symbol, will and work, meaning, significance, association, nostalgia. they are devoid of themselves

one plays the 9 rolling hyperspheres of gløm by having two stacks before one : the first stack consists of overturned cards with the 81 names, the second of overturned cards with the 81 sigils. one proceeds by drawing randomly a card from the name stack and likewise a card from the sigil stack. this matching of name and sigil becomes the match until one redraws. one can also play other ways. any discourse you might have heard in previous or future texts of purpose or meaning is contrary to the 9 rolling hyperspheres of gløm

the authors would like to thank – and by wanting to, do – sadoo z|z•‖┃☟┃‖•ÿῥῤñ^-˚¨˚`˝´~ ͂ˉ˚ for its part, as well as ao spare and the anonymous creators of

clavicula salomonis lemegeton and related texts of medievality and prior, for theirs. we all work together across illusions of time and space in increasing abstraction to the attainment of nothing by also of its means

our 81 sigils and names may also point to, though also without meaning, the 81 voices of the members of the council of i, who argue around the table of nothingness, and these voicings can be considered in the matching of the names and the sigils

the systems of doctors tarr and professors fether

all the usual values – teamwork, stewardship, excellence, innovation, cooperation – imbecilic. excellence eg. anwar congo maintained it in killing through the mid-60s and – in the 2012 film the act of killing an odder excellence (for excellence in killing is as tediously common and desired as excellence in business, manipulation, and schadenfreude) in aesthetically simulating killing. christopher edward wollaston mackenzie geidt maintains excellence at establishment strategic defense and offence {{{{{{{{{{😀that game😀}}}}}}}}}}. elizabeth bishop at poetry. if i admire excellence – and how could i not? – i admire congo, geidt, bishop, and the million other dictators, murderers, general managers, and poets who have whatever combination of tenacity, volition, opportunity, and skill to do what can and probably should be called success in a specific segment of human endeavour

true, a formal value typically is placed in a smallish list – that which can often be found these valued days in institutions – the ostensible intent being that each metaphysical member counsels and balances the others. (sadoo diaper attempts, perversely, subterranely this very thing, this poly-appendaged teetertotter of energies, in its various writings on its council of i.) take a major global bank’s values: trust, teamwork, accountability. nowhere do we find competitiveness, cunning, avarice, mistrust, deception – these additional attributes required for successful management and perhaps for surviving life (the cooperative housing complex i live in is the least cooperative institution i’ve been involved with – exacerbated in part because of its relative impecuniousness and so proximity to the exigencies of the anthill. [but also its embodied and so impractical diversity, its ...])

a cinematic bookend is slowly arriving from the director
of one of the world’s premier debut features
(něco z alenkye 1988) – his last (hmyz 2018) –

humans are more like insects

this civilization more like an anthill

like his neighbor, be tar (who directed his stated last in 2011)
both having lived inescapably through the anthill
transforming it, using very different means in film
into dark comedies, obscure redemptions of the human

none of this is saying much beyond what’s nascent in heraclitus and developed with increasing complexity and parallel inefficacy across the aesthetic and philosophic subsidiaries of time. but value – which sadoo r die f rich reflung into vocabulary, now, like all glories, commercialized and stupiditized by fawning insects – this substantive, walks among the adjectives quite democratically (even willful!), dreaming of becoming verbs

ayahuasca and middleclass capitalism –

focusing one’s fragmented and inchoate desires on

growing the weed of the human?

fear after a time ... is narcotic

it can lull one by fatigue into sleep

but apprehension nags at the nerves gently and inescapably

apprehension, anxiety –

drugs of the age, manufactured by the

pfizer ink in our souls

snails and lasers for mpp or ph or cm

i choose to live alone because my imagination functions better when I don't have to speak with people,