Something you have said in the past has stuck with me and lives within me, the way the Conquistadors, having traveled to lands unseen across this vast ocean still saw in their enemy a crude, devilish mockery of their own religion. That somehow the story of the serpent in the garden made…
Something you have said in the past has stuck with me and lives within me, the way the Conquistadors, having traveled to lands unseen across this vast ocean still saw in their enemy a crude, devilish mockery of their own religion. That somehow the story of the serpent in the garden made its way across the Bering Strait and like a glass in a hall of mirrors they saws their own beliefs, distorted, staring back at them in the form of a culture of a New World Lithic warrior priest culture like the ones in the Levant 3000 years prior. It's such an odd feeling it raises in me, like suddenly realising that it was you yourself that had committed the crime you were investigating.
I get chills at this idea of our stories converging on one valley in Armenia and one floodplain in Iraq. The stories of our world workshopped by family groups ready to depart for war, the events that happened in those hills leaving their mark on history forever.
DC at his best.
I love this shit, I do hope for more.
Something you have said in the past has stuck with me and lives within me, the way the Conquistadors, having traveled to lands unseen across this vast ocean still saw in their enemy a crude, devilish mockery of their own religion. That somehow the story of the serpent in the garden made its way across the Bering Strait and like a glass in a hall of mirrors they saws their own beliefs, distorted, staring back at them in the form of a culture of a New World Lithic warrior priest culture like the ones in the Levant 3000 years prior. It's such an odd feeling it raises in me, like suddenly realising that it was you yourself that had committed the crime you were investigating.
I get chills at this idea of our stories converging on one valley in Armenia and one floodplain in Iraq. The stories of our world workshopped by family groups ready to depart for war, the events that happened in those hills leaving their mark on history forever.
"The only frontier that has ever existed is the Self."