EUANGELION: The Return of The Lost Man
I take my hat off to Dia, my friend and fellow blogger at the blog next door, Once Upon a Transdimensional Day , for her most recent post on The Imaginarium . She has taken hundreds of photographs of clouds in New Mexico and written an accompanying poem about the messages they convey. For me, the star of the show was The Last Cloud of August , which appeared over an Albuquerque parking lot two months ago. Dia's post proves that in times of upheaval, the answers are right in front of us; and we can see them in spite of tumultuous emotions, uncertainties and threats: "The alchemical term Aqua Vitae is generally applied to distilled ethanol alcohol, but my impression is that, in Hermetic alchemy, this same clear fluid was a metaphor for the purest of life-giving waters... . My personal understanding is that clouds are at that strange nexus on a (circular) consciousness spectrum closest to 'unconsciousness', that is, if we possessed an actual measure.***In any case, cl...
