2002-03-31 - 6:28 p.m.

The disc of Sol envelopes me.. Sal, forming salarium, the Salt that mediates between the Mercury and Sulphur extremes... Our pillar.

Driving through Los Angelen hills, ascending the peaks; wandering aimlessly through S.F. streets..... Those same hills pierce me. Hidden in alleys, thoroughfares; ecstatic, intoxicated by encroaching winds, alive! In dreamscapes the moonrays forge my path and I dash, running madly, towards the horizon.

The Sun enters my flesh as we are ushered from the Night.. I glance around; those sitting near me, my other Beings, metamorphosize with the new, and First morning; as the Fire's eyes beckon sunrise. Dawn continues to stretch its fingers. [A Golden Dawn].

I sat in a hallway outside Jose and Layne's apartment. Calmly awaiting... Now I'm hearing a sound, something newfound. And it was a flute. It was almost literary; I didn't know any instrument was capable of producing that purity. The notes came spiralling out of a room, out of Anyroom, in Anywhere; somehow describing everything I had experienced up to that moment. The divinity of music is revealed when it replaces words -

Inhale...

A boy, thinking he is a man, felt the need to debate with me and was quick to inform me how unquantitative and thus useless the subjective realm is. Matter-of-fact-data-set-inclusion. The only thing he didn't know was that I love him.

"It was in Atlantis where they sang. Those thrown overboard had overheard the mystery of the undertow and understood that down below there would be no more chains."

And then I stumbled upon where one beholds Truth... below that ship, below even the waves.