After the Flood - Chapter 3

Leviathan Lore

Being now as I am on the Earth and understanding the concept of its Movement sans or avec Pendulum: I do not need a point but the understanding that a point is the residual convergence of lines that cross the surface of things, I will discuss the Leviathan.

The Leviathan is a huge monster by which you are engulfed. It is not a white whale, it is not the Ark of Noah nor any other sort of object or being, it is the Earth and its gravity. Upon this Leviathan of illuminated consciousness, there lurk the beings we entrust our cerebral waves to and most all of the times we choose these waves to be the darkest our beings can produce. The Behemoths lurk upon the scaly skin of our Leviathans. Our Leviathans and not The Leviathan. We are not so smart as to surely say what The Leviathan is made up of. For we have but scarred its surface, we did not go into the depths, as Jules Verne once did with his imagination.

Anyway. Speaking of the Lore of the Leviathan. One must start from the sudden realization of wordage. HUGE, INCOMMENSURABLE, UNATTAINABLE, UNTOUCHABLE, INFINITE. Now, these words have been around for quite some time, between 5000 and 1000 odd years. They meant something and they still mean that same thing, whether we would like to admit it or naught, irregardless of what French constructivist stream of thought we adhered to before discovering that we are in the hypocritical process of self-destruction through the post-modern bullshit arts of de-constructivism.

WHETHER WE LIKE IT OR NOT, as I was saying, these words express the Leviathan. And they reffer to our physical limitations. OUR PHYSICAL LIMITATIONS that we need check from time to time, if we are to ever understand the lore of the Ancients.

So my little pastiche and literary essay on Leviathan Lore will resume to this - I HAVE NOT GOT A FUCKING CLUE, BUT I AM BEGINING TO UNDERSTAND THAT MUCH.

Until then, as always, I will thank and fuck you, in an alternative and hap-hazard 50/50 way!