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Our most exquisite and confounding actions are not for ourselves, each of us is but a powerless shadow pushed by a thousand hands, worn as a glove to enact happenings for the interest and amusement of higher beings. The irony being that we ourselves cannot determine which sequences and synchronicities prove to be of amusement and interest to these idle actors; the games that the Omniscents play are incomprehensible to us. We understand by categorizing, rendering our daily concerns into parables, and parables into paintings. They find the painting banal, a makeshift stage for the main act, when a fly lands on its surface and defecates. And while a fixation on the minor detail of fly shit on a painting might seem superfluous as we speak of the concurrence of heaven and earth, like a transparency laid over a print, it is exactly these traces of excremental interaction between dimensions, these most minor details, that make our flitting shadows worthy of applause…
*There lived a boy who…
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Our most exquisite and confounding actions are not for ourselves, each of us is but a powerless shadow pushed by a thousand hands, worn as a glove to enact happenings for the interest and amusement of higher beings. The irony being that we ourselves cannot determine which sequences and synchronicities prove to be of amusement and interest to these idle actors; the games that the Omniscents play are incomprehensible to us. We understand by categorizing, rendering our daily concerns into parables, and parables into paintings. They find the painting banal, a makeshift stage for the main act, when a fly lands on its surface and defecates. And while a fixation on the minor detail of fly shit on a painting might seem superfluous as we speak of the concurrence of heaven and earth, like a transparency laid over a print, it is exactly these traces of excremental interaction between dimensions, these most minor details, that make our flitting shadows worthy of applause…
*There lived a boy who…

































