Jewel

If you were a peach in my hand, I would peel you; If this world dragged you down with its lies, I would heal you; If you were lost to all ears and all eyes, I’d still feel you; And if your soul’s made a jewel in Love’s crown, I will steal you.

The Fractal Person

No force can ever shut this voice up, nor the energy which generates both action and interaction, because it vibrates up from the void of the Fractal Person at the centre of the Fractured Maze - just beyond the fragmented bridge to the Nowhere Point. There are no egoes here: for it is multi-dimensional, an infinity of eternities, an eternity of infinities. The here-and-now returns to the primal psychedelic singularity, the Dream of the Machine Elf. Point-Circumference = Quality, naturally. Thank you for popping in and out of existence. Be Seeing You.

Epikottle the Machine Elf

Living in a city Rutzel, how brave, how foolish, how termite-like. Are you a human or a virus? Right, straight, listen: Families and Friends: All that, yeah I get it. But the community, the people who live together, do they want quality and true joy in their lives, or live in the rat race and chase the dollar? What else can you do? Do you ever walk down a busy street or go on public transport, and you see all these people, especially in the rush hour, bodies squashed together but trying above all else to avoid eye contact? Well, I turn your third eye on, as arranged, to assist you in the relevant situations, but listen closer, don’t just look. Yes you look into their eyes, don’t you, and all you see bubbling on the mind-roof of so many people is unsatisfied desires, distorted memories, future-anxiety, fear of aging and death, and envy of the rich and famous. What happened to Quality and Grace and Joy, you are not machines: be Children again: feel, play - stop thinking so much. I mean, Rutzel, did some weird-looking blue guys with a spaceship drop you off here about half a century ago, or do you still believe this is really YOUR FUCKING PLANET!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH