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Oh Hello!
Don't mind me - just wading through a mountain of fiery bullshit! You know how it is I'm sure, you've got things to do same as me, same as anyone - we're all busy and we all have 10 things to do all at once and backwards and in heels and on fire.
I've lapsed in the elementalism (hermetic elementalism anyway) of the images and the suits - not because I was a shirker or unmindful, but because it's not in the cards, all the time, to be idiomatically identifiable as being of exactly an element or another. All of the phones are fire - fire is communication, motion, activity and consumption. Fire also combines everything into just the one thing - ashes and dust - transformative! Sure, and the pressure of conformity is an aspect of the Phones. I'm not and never have been going to tell you to be true to yourself over everyone else - we're all in this together after all, there's a limit to our unity but there's no reason to go around ignoring the limits of our individuality either - we're the same. The Same.
By the time I got to the 10 of Phones I had to tell you - I was busy. This is all true - right here. The busy man, knee deep in the fiery excrement, he's juggling the 10 phones, he's on fire? Or is he commanding fire? Is he burning up or is he burning the bullshit as he wades through? It's a fair question - I won't tell you, it's not for me to tell you. But look at that - ten! All up in the air masterfully balanced, tossed caught and contained. The 10 of Phones is capability, ability in spite of all dangers and impossibilities - ability in the face of all the forces of the world working against that.
The Phones have to do with work - and most of us, our work is a daily struggle to keep entropy at bay. All of our tasks are to try and order the disordered. What's more ordered - I ask you - than pure carbon ash? Burn it down, pure and simple, keep the pieces in play, keep up the motion, the juggling, impossible puissance - and the world is ordered as best it can be. You're the mighty one, the able one. Juggling it all and sorting it out, burning in the forests of the night - you get it - you've taken on all you can and you've got the skills, you've developed to the point where nothing's going to stop you now.
Don't mind me - just wading through a mountain of fiery bullshit! You know how it is I'm sure, you've got things to do same as me, same as anyone - we're all busy and we all have 10 things to do all at once and backwards and in heels and on fire.
I've lapsed in the elementalism (hermetic elementalism anyway) of the images and the suits - not because I was a shirker or unmindful, but because it's not in the cards, all the time, to be idiomatically identifiable as being of exactly an element or another. All of the phones are fire - fire is communication, motion, activity and consumption. Fire also combines everything into just the one thing - ashes and dust - transformative! Sure, and the pressure of conformity is an aspect of the Phones. I'm not and never have been going to tell you to be true to yourself over everyone else - we're all in this together after all, there's a limit to our unity but there's no reason to go around ignoring the limits of our individuality either - we're the same. The Same.
By the time I got to the 10 of Phones I had to tell you - I was busy. This is all true - right here. The busy man, knee deep in the fiery excrement, he's juggling the 10 phones, he's on fire? Or is he commanding fire? Is he burning up or is he burning the bullshit as he wades through? It's a fair question - I won't tell you, it's not for me to tell you. But look at that - ten! All up in the air masterfully balanced, tossed caught and contained. The 10 of Phones is capability, ability in spite of all dangers and impossibilities - ability in the face of all the forces of the world working against that.
The Phones have to do with work - and most of us, our work is a daily struggle to keep entropy at bay. All of our tasks are to try and order the disordered. What's more ordered - I ask you - than pure carbon ash? Burn it down, pure and simple, keep the pieces in play, keep up the motion, the juggling, impossible puissance - and the world is ordered as best it can be. You're the mighty one, the able one. Juggling it all and sorting it out, burning in the forests of the night - you get it - you've taken on all you can and you've got the skills, you've developed to the point where nothing's going to stop you now.
