The Place Where the Black Stars Hang
Science being merely another belief system, is as flawed and dogmatic as any religion and accordingly has its own follies and fallacies. Our current uncritical faith in this ultimate truth only sustains a failure to recognize fundamental discrepancies and anomalies that warrant further examination. Objectivity is more intimately linked with expectations and needs than is generally appreciated. Our origins have developed from cellular chaos, via pre-totemic and solar cults, to the present reliance on the equally primitive cults of the atomic. The true course of evolution has only begun. We have yet to produce our own intrinsic mutation, or to gain a true comprehension of that space between space, those shadows between shadows and the infinite darkness thereof. It is time to uncover the magical graphs and ciphers that unseal the cells of these eldritch dimensions. There is a place where the black stars hang and the strangest eon call that amorphous mass unknown, immense ambivalent to all