Final Pondering

Shaman Sexson asked for something a little mad, a little brilliant. mad brilliance, brilliant madness.

here we are, mere mortals surrounded by the divine. the gods looking down on us, the gods among us, the god in you, and the god in me. these gods grow and develop with every thought and feeling with Nabokov we have met a high god, a god looking down on us and among us. he has become our god and Shaman Sexson his Messiah. perhaps one day we too will join that rank of gods, loosing our earthly flesh. but for now we will study and continue to be touched by their divinity and their plague.

"I confess I do not believe in time." Yes, we begin to understand and perhaps go beyond beginning.

we are lucky mortals.
Das Vidanya