05.10.72

05.10.72

Who would've thought I'd get this far.

Wherever this is.

In fact whenever this is.

Time being a construct of apparent importance to man though considered only ornamental to us Gods.

With that in mind I could be circling this drain for many years to come, like a mobious strip, coming back to the place from whence I started and recognizing it for the first time.

John Fowels used the above bastardization of a quote (free beer to those who name the original quote writer) in the preface of The Magus, a truly magnificent piece of writing; if you have not read this psychological masterpiece do so.

But back to being old.

Entering the front gate of Mt Eden Prison you see a date chiseled into the central blue stone block - 1872.

This place was built in honor of the coming of the short white arrogant psych nurse, and yes, as the Dead Sea Scrolls predicted, I arrived 100 years later. But more predictions were made by venerable ones that I would come to grace the steps of prison - my teachers. Such power they must surely hold to know of these future things.

And in honor of those beings I will sit back, take stock and appreciate what I have achieved whilst my finger salutes them,



Wherever they may be.






The Grey(er) Madness