The master must establish a sanctuary at far distances, somewhere in the hills, the caves, the subterranean lairs, a remote island, desert, jungle, or sea.
The masters were the ones of otherworldly features, like no others, beyond all others… at once visionaries, liars, sorcerers, thieves, seducers, and assassins… a riddle broken into many pieces here.
He is hopeless in his release, only managing to breathe gasps of sanity with eyes blinded.
Spiritual practices modify the boundary of inner and outer: alter flows of consumption, centers of perception, limits of self-care, vectors of accumulation, receptors of bliss.
The square — home to the uprising at its dawn — here serves as a radical quarantine, fabricated by the shepherd-turned-hunter to smother a political sickness…It is an ancient medicinal ritual, this bloodletting.
People, goods, forces seep in and out of the city, along lines both visible and invisible. Cities as continually bordering phenomena. Horizontal roots, flowing fibers, extend as a capillary consequence. Orifices emerge only to melt into bright lava.
A display of ‘technical wizardry’. Magic, they say. The eyes blink when tired. The lungs inflate and deflate in synchronicity. A theatrical procession that appears only where geographical spaces meet with ancient myth.
