The New Moon in Mutable Water conjoined Scheat on the 19th of March at 01:24 am Cloak drawn close to his shoulder, his hood concealing his face from the incessant downpour, a traveller labours through a hill-veined land scented by brine that lingers upon the tongue and oak-moss from the distant woods. The soles…
From time to time I find myself wondering whether our age merely recycles questions concerning consciousness, perception, and what it means to be human, that older traditions contemplated through a different lens. Again and again a recurrent thought returns to me running something like this: what if the mind functions less as a creator of…