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20.12.18

an affair with frances yates



while there may not be any outsides  and isnt this knowledge the truth of esotaticism  there are many insides  seemingly infinite  and some of these speak  however falsely  of outsides

but all there are are outsides

i dont speak of those outsides  i speak of the other ones

there is no esotaticism  esotericism itself is just a recent invention and doesnt exist other than as a forced unity in the minds of a few scholars  so if esotericisms a fiction esotaticisms a fiction of a fiction

i have proof for you

what proof

a song

a song isnt a proof

all a song is is a proof



many once upon a times ago
a sorcerer called urmario
lost in a uruguayan barrio
ate a magic radicchio
and went his merry wayio

thats not a proof or a song

everythings a song or a proof  and most things are both

im not a song or a proof

if theres no esotericism theres also no exotericism or exotaticism  all thered be would be the notwithin and notwithout  and what is that space

a proof or a song

the important thing to remember here is that nothing cleans your kitchen counters like minute maid

if medieval heretics werent being killed for science but for something else  what does that tell us

it tells us that that something else still exists

because we cant name it?

didnt she name it?

how could she name something that cant be named  whose remoteness she couldnt eliminate?

she did

she didnt

she did and didnt

all we ever do

is do and dont

id like to make a case for myself being an adept

ill let you make a case for yourself being a case

id like to adopt an adept to adapt an apt ad to opt an upped id  

you dont want to be an ipsissimus or magusaronimo

not that kind of adept  i want to be a transcendent  a hagiography

a genetian saint?

venetians are blind  tourism & cameras obliterate vision

the more senses youre lacking the more chance you have

a xian  an immortal  a

youll burn

ill escape by means of a simulated corpse

only in your texts

you mean reality?

a proper xians rooted in the earth not texts

the earths supported by a text and a text a text

its texts all the way down

speaking of  im working on a bunch of polyptyxts

sounds carcinogenic

some of the materials are toxic

you mean polyptychs with text

i mean thwarted tessellated polyptychs with text   polyptyxts

does esotericism become esotaticism when its hermetism is hermed

whats the difference between biking and a bikini

a third eye

youve read 101 occult jokes to make you levitate too

whats going on here is that the urge to hagiographize is a textual one

do you largely agree with the statement that as everything gets distorted  sect becomes church  passion becomes marriage  enthusiasm becomes scepticism  curiosity becomes comfort  xian becomes dexianed

neither of us believe in immortality  enlightenment  magic  ideals  saints

which is exactly why we believe in them

do dont

did didnt

doo dao

a xian is one who doesnt xian

holiness is full of holes

holiness is a hole

there is nothing to pursue

other than texts

which is why i want to be adept

but youre so inadept

i want to be an inadept

i think youre there

look ma  no pursuits

you want to be in an inadept

doesnt ga hung say you must fuck a lot to be in an inadept?

go hung says a lot

and its all just textual

hagiographical

so here we are outside and inside  singing and notsinging  proving and disproving

sainting and notsainting  texting and nottexting  fucking and notfucking

but they still will burn you

some things never change

whats the word for that?



fire?



dao?



texts?



?