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the divinely-chosen Cathedrals of Byreus' mythic City council

Byreus (element of Stone, and fourth of the major divinities) creates a mythic forum outside physical reality that he calls the City, and fills the Seats of this meeting place with his chosen council, picked throughout time, consisting of classical authors, master poets, playwrights, architects, scribes, historians, archivists-- the list goes on-- of which become transformed into his Cathedrals, followers whom Byreus has greeted, and kissed on both sides of the mouth, and invited inside the rich bone-marrow of his Great House.

Cathedrals look like this:

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when the patterns n cycles of time merge your two paths into one but in a :-| kinda way fr

also fuck capital A Art for making people think they need to make renaissance masterpieces. i firmly believe art is anything you do with your gift. art can be coding. art can be arranging things. it can be cooking. cleaning. it can be anything done with love

i went back again to "The Writing of Stones" by Robert Caillios and just UGH this quote goes so hard!!!

"This almost menacing perfection-- for it rests on the absence of life, the visible stillness of death-- appears in stones so variously that one might list all the endeavors and styles of human art and not find one without its parallel in mineral nature. There is nothing surprising about this: the crude attempts of that lost creature, man, could not cover more than a tiny part of the aesthetics of the universe. No matter what image an artist invents, no matter how distorted, arbitrary, absurd, simple, elaborate, or tortured he has made it or how far in appearance from anything known or probable, who can be sure that somewhere in the world's vast store there is not that image's likeness, its kin or partial parallel?"

ALL ART IS INSIDE THE EARTH ALREADY. & IT IS THE ARTISTS JOB TO UNEARTH IT!!!!

obsessed with this book "the writing of stones" (pdf link)

in the last chapter, which is on life, in a book about stones that look like this

author roger caillois writes:

"Life appears: a complex dampness, destined to an intricate future and charged with secret virtues, capable of challenge and creation. A kind of precarious slime, of surface mildew, in which a ferment is already working. A turbulent, spasmodic sap, a presage and expectation of a new way of being, breaking with mineral perpetuity and boldly exchanging it for the doubtful privilege of being able to tremble, decay, and multiply."

if you want to read the ending chapter in its short entireity, i highly recommend it. i transcribed it here, so you don't have to scroll through the whole book to get here. unless u want to. in which case, links at the top!