More meme

From hametsunosaturn:

angels--- They're extensions, functions, permutations of an over-arching algorithm that people call "god". If God/The Universe is the Processor, then angels are the machine language that allows the processor to interact with the fan, the video card, the sound card, all of it. But some people don't like to think of themselves as arms and legs, or extensions of other things.

chaos: Chaos has, in itself, a generative quality. The ability to make randomness and when there is enough of it, we can find patterns. We order the chaos. And, when the patterns build and overlap, interact and integrate, they become so jumbled that we have chaos, again. Change comes of chaos, and the ability to pattern and order. They give each other meaning.

continual awakening: This life has more to it, and every second should be as new and old as the second before it, because every second is Now. And now is all there really is. A long string of Nows made into something we call Time. Awakening isn't just awareness, but Awareness, to every facet of the now, at all times.

fenrir: The wolf who eats Baldur/the sun, at the start of Ragnarok, in the Norse myth-cycle. Fenris is the son of Loki (one of many of Loki's children) and the most... fucked with of all the Norse pantheon. It is known that Fenris will signal the end of the world, but to forestall it, they try to chain him, and nothing works, until they trick him. He is chained, and Tyr's hand is eaten, and every day the world ticks by and the chain Gleipnir (made of fish's breath and the footfalls of cats and woman's beard and a bear's rationality and mountain roots and bird's saliva) gets thinner and thinner, weaker and weaker. Fenris is entropy and destruction and devouring and pain and loss and resolution to the end of things.

owls: Messengers, potents, dangerous little packages all wrapped up in cute. I love them.

the morrigan: "Gaelic Goddess[es] of war, a tree part deity comprised of hatred, bloodlust, and cunning, represented by Crows and Ravens, a fertility goddess whose nourishment comes from the blood of the battlefield to make the grass grow green. Goddess, Queen, Force of Nature. Awesome Woman."

wintermute & neuromancer: William Gibson's Neuromancer means a lot to me. I re-read it about once a year, and the combination of two of the main characters is one of the most potent character descriptions I've ever read. Their fight against each other, their love and need for each other... They dance and they come together and fly apart. And come together again. Wonderful. If you've not yet read it, I'll lend it to you.

Well.... Well. 46 & 2.

'Craig Venter, the controversial DNA researcher involved in the race to decipher the human genetic code, has built a synthetic chromosome out of laboratory chemicals and is poised to announce the creation of the first new artificial life form on Earth.

'The announcement, which is expected within weeks and could come as early as Monday at the annual meeting of his scientific institute in San Diego, California, will herald a giant leap forward in the development of designer genomes. It is certain to provoke heated debate about the ethics of creating new species and could unlock the door to new energy sources and techniques to combat global warming.'

Had some dreams, last night. Can't decide whether to post them, or just inhabit them, for a while.

Components: A retreat out in the country, with mech_angel, bakeneko, raoin, Ryam, and Jacosa. Walking through the country house, the backyard, at night, a fight with a giant in a circle, by firelight, a discussion between bakeneko and Jacosa about the latter's aura content, finding Humanity and Water, at the site of her nose. The intensity of my interest becoming off-putting, people wandering away. There was some conversation, in the house, prior to the fight, something about Maidoc wandering the backyard, and digging things up, the path from the yard to the woods, and the need to stay on that path. Gnomes off to the left, when heading out to the woods. If the woods were north, the house was south, and the gnomes were west of the path. Combination of my dad's place and the Douglas House.

Interesting dreams. Woke up with "Great Destroyer" in my head, again, this morning. Segued into Tom Waits' "Walk Away," while cleaning up the kitchen, though...

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