Entry 3 <Date Illegible>

The coiled serpent at the foot of the Tree of Life. Ygdrasil, mysticism, truth? Every culture sees this waiting, every, ‘primitive’ culture understands what could come to change except ours. Our science our Christianity…To see God as immutable. Got is change, he is not Lord, but individual and tree and rock and home. Ki in the fullest form, the fist, the never broken energy—the pure form never molded, never mixed the magnet to draw in shape (new ki) to build the body. The spirit, the divine spirit is the catalyst, the black hole to draw in creation.

“Not even Death, alas, will take my life; so like a wretched prisoner at strife/within himself, I walk alone and wait/about the earth, with is my mother’s gate/knock-knocking, with my staff from night to noon/and crying, ‘Mother, open to me soon!/Look at me, mother, won’t you let me in?/See how I within, flesh and blood and skin!/Alas, when will these bones be laid to rest?’ - Chaucer (A Pardoner’s Tale)