it’s not a war against time anymore.
similar device to one i built 6 years ago to destroy time.
was gonna light it on fire from the center on the lunar eclipse at the last midnight
and end time.
tapir asked me not to, said time is a demon and we are demon eaters and time properly digested is grace.
so i let time continue;
this device is a component on something i call channel 5;
it is a transmitter and receiver between heaven and earth.
i capture merit in each hexagon each day, the merit of non action.
these days are collected in 60 day unit slabs,
the central 9 empty hexagons are not time,
they are outside of time,
like the center of the earth like the center of the sun like the center of the galaxy,
like the center of you and me,
and so those 9 hexagons, surrounded by the collected merit in the 60 hexagons of time surrounding it,
are simply a guest house for the 8 immortals, taoist immortals at the chinese new years day parade next month,
which is when that 60 day slab ends.
time alchemy, so that from the center the 8 immortals can dop a bucket down into the center hexagon and bring up a little emptiness from the well, for dinner, and also they can fly out at any time, through the midnights, to anywhere in the time slab, visiting the time after the fact, for further perfection of the overall crystal.
it’s a taoist festival ritual, so it’s about the collection, storage, ad release of chi.
collect if from the sun and the moon and the stillness in my mind.
store it in hexagons arranged with an escape valve to a guest house for immortals outside of time.
and release it after 100 years of it has been collected,
for the purpose of ending mankind’s bondage
to monotheism, capitalism, and gametalism
- they’re gallopping in the gametist mist of the concupisciential gust
like the whole wan wu honeycomb is one big gametangium!
but just like you recognized the device as my old anti-time, device,
i guess so did time,
cause about a month ago - last new moon like today -
time came up to me from behind and asked about it.
actually made a few comments that could be taken as a plea not to destroy time.
like he just needs to move forward, from behind a terrible damn,
and moving forward involves looking into us, matter/energy,
so maybe we oughtta let him gently look…
This happened in the middle of the night out in the frosty yard
by the tripod that is set up for communication with the universe.
“The purple reservoir of time is at a standstill”, he said. “The damn is closed, the wall is
frozen”; time needs us, in order to move forward himself, we are a pair and as matter/energy
we are his partner, so he made a plea for compassion and understanding, and I guess I ought
to stop making time out to be the universal enemy number one and prosecuting my war
against time; time enters a championship with us, where we teach eachother lessons in the
Out all night with the sky, it’s cold but heaven seems to love the offerings, and who am I to
deny?; then heaven recedes, the sun moves in, and earth grows more real; the sun’s calm
fusion bang frankens the stein.