After the Flood - Chapter 9 Mirror Images

So here we are again, just before sunset... It's this feeling I'm feeling, like expectation coated in cinnamon, smoking a cigarette by some big river, somewhere next to the Tropic of Cancer, waiting for something I know I saw in my dreams.

There are these moments, of which I am aware, when my syntax turns backwards, going within itself. And that's the time when my spine trickles expectation like the adrenalin gland pumps its juice right into my central nervous system, making my pupils dilate and my breath turn to razorblades.

It's staring too long into the looking glass Alice, it's just that and nothing more. We are expectant, the two of us, are we not? Madman and insanity, side by side, bumming a smoke by some huge mirror falling into the sky.

LET US THEN DISCUSS THE SOLITARY NATURE OF MAN, he said turning towards the sun; and for a moment I could discern the disk from the globe, but just for a moment, and then the whole thing turned back into a dying star.

LET US THEN DISCUSS THE SOLITARY NATURE OF MAN...

WELL I GOT NOTHING!

It's always the silence that gets you in the end Alice, it's always the silence. I just can't handle the silence, sometimes.

You take out the pack and deal the cards, you make your tricks; you don't really care. The Tarot allows for being lost, the Arcana shifts like the tide. A good day may be a bad day and a bad one turns to worse before getting better and everything goes from one thing to another, from feminine to masculine to the androgynous, to the ends of space and time or to the edges or the extremities but the answer always awaits for you in the middle of somewhere.

By some place the Arcana do not speak of, by some rock or by a sprig of holly or a brush of mulberries or by a geranium planted by the parking lot of a multinational corporation or by some temple, still waiting for you, although you missed your shot 2500 years ago without even knowing or caring or wanting.

But here, in the Timeless Place, in Serenity Base you do not discuss this. You lay back, you are not allowed to talk nor to think, nor share opinion, because you and them are not important.

You take a table or a smooth mirror and you go closer to the water. You splay the cards not caring and they arrange themselves in the order they should. It is the time to assimilate that divination is chaos and nothing holds sway over chance.

Once the pattern is there, you observe and make-shift some rules and you present the truth - there is no truth, just two sides of the same coin. And you go on. Until you stop.

That is knowledge. Because you accept. And you live with the consequences. You watch the sun set and the horizon blends with your imagination and then the twilight is over and darkness floats over everything.

LES US DISCUSS THE SOLITARY NATURE OF MAN!

I slap my insanity silly and it takes its place amongst the other demons that have to go back into the mirror. And then I take out the pipe and prepare for the journey that hopefully will take me places that are worth seeing.