Naseni, this one's for you.

I met someone at DA who took an interest in the Psychedelic Talmud, but serious and deep, we've traded a few PMs aabout it and its subject, from my perspective I know where he's at, but not in some ''one day you shall understand'' look down my slightly bulbous nose sense of superiority. To be quite honest there is still so much about the life I live with the OC (hmm, three abbreviations already) that just plain bewilders me.

As a poet I know how words will turn inside out if you just let go enough. In attempting to be able to eff the ineffable, I've absorbed hundreds of thousands of pages of writing on so many subjects that I can't be bothered to list them. I keep following this illusion, or delusion, that if I absorb enough words they'll explode. I think Llam is trying to get me to understand the illusion / delusion part when he requests me to work on things like the Evolu series which is hung up at Webshots. Look at one hundred pictures and you'll understand evolution better than Darwin and Lamarck out together, and the awfulness of the flaws of Intelluhjint Duhsign. When we worked on that series I watched Intelligent Design get reduced to rubble. I never seriously entertained the 2005 screwball version, I'm much better with Sheldrake's morphogenic resonance; the Evolu is just a picture of the symmetries and assymetries in a given Thing being moved around by the plasma-like energy fields which anyone who has been Outside for a while can sense looking at a tiny chickweed flower or the patterns which dust will make acording to the Strange Attractor principle inherent - so it seems - within these energies. There is no mind here, no Creator's tools. A pair of large rocks thrown into a still lake will make ever-shifting patterns in the water very similar to what I'm talking abou, but the only ''mind'' that I had when I used to toss large rocks into the water was the very fibrous-sounding ''galoosh'' I took such delight in while full of LSDEEEE. I'm being deliberately crude here, because to follow Intelligent Design to its logical conclusion says just that, somewhere in the universe is Someone much vaster than we mortals who is high on acid and throw

ing large planets into still pools of dark matter for the delightful ''galoosh.''

I'm yawning, which means I'll be back later. Oh yeah, Webshots:

http://community.webshots.com/user/thatgemini

and look for the eighty or so red and white pics under ''Evolu.''