The second inversion of Dr. B.
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The hooded faithful raise their hands in submission as Priest Zadok preaches on.
"The House that we speak of is called Law, and it is the great body of the Church. Distinctions of the Faith do not matter here, for they all build their temples from the Stones of Law. But Heaven has no need of Law; those who walk in the presence and eyes of the Lord are truly righteous, all acts blessed. Law is for those who walk in the Shadow of the House, those who see not that they worship before Stone Tablets, those who see not that they prowl in the Valley of Darkness. The Golden Light shines down from Heaven, and they see it cast across their edifice, and behold, they declare their Stone Idols are the Shining Beacons of Truth!"
"Horror cometh; and they shall seek peace, and there shall be none; I will do unto them after their way, and according to their deserts will I judge them; and they shall know that I am the LORD."
"Good day. Simply desired to drop anyone a note to let you understand you could have a handful of genuine followers available."
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The alarm, loud and shrill, wakes Shaun Brantley with a start. His eyes struggle to refocus in the grey light, hands feeling out an open book in the haze. He lifts it up and stares at the pages, words and symbols forming into clearer focus:
The ruler of the hexagram is the nine at the top. Although the dark force splinters the light, the light principle cannot be wholly split apart; therefore it is the ruler of the hexagram.
The Sequence
When one goes too far in adornment, success exhausts itself. Hence there follows the hexagram of SPLITTING APART. Splitting apart means ruin.
Miscellanous Notes
SPLITTING APART means decay.
The thought here, taken together with that in the next hexagram, shows the connection between decay and resurrection. Fruit must decay before new seed can develop.
He looks to the next page:
THE JUDGEMENT
SPLITTING APART. It does not further one
To go anywhere.
Commentary on the DecisionSPLITTING APART means ruin. The yielding changes the firm.
"It does not further one to go anywhere." Inferior people increase.
Devotion and keeping still result from contemplating the image. The superior man takes heed of the alternation of increase and decrease, fullness and emptiness; for it is the course of heaven.The yielding element changes the strong by imperceptible gradual influence. The yin lines are about to increase. This gives us the attitude of the superior man in such times, an attitude that derives from the two trigrams. In accordance with the attribute of the trigram K'un, he is devoted; in accordance with that of Kên he is calm, which means that he undertakes nothing, because the time is not yet come. Thus he submits to the course of heaven, which alternates between decrease and increase, in that whatever is full decreases and whatever is empty increases.
THE IMAGEThe mountain rests on the earth:
The image of SPLITTING APART.
Thus those above can ensure their position
Only by giving generously to those below.
There is a large fruit still uneaten.
The superior man receives a carriage; he is carried by the people.
The house of the inferior man is split apart; he ends up useless.
"Interesting sermon, didn't you think?" Zadok asks, wiping white grease from his face, red balm from his lips. Bright smile, glistening teeth.
"I wasn't paying any attention. I had a dream."
"Nobody needs fortunes told anymore," Zadok laments, peeling off his beard and tossing it into the top hat.
Dr. B. crouches down to the floor, eyeing skittering cockroaches between the cracks of the floor. The barn must be full of them. Everything stinks of decay.
"The dream is less important than the understanding of the dreamer," Zadok continues, stripping the skin from his face in a quick motion. Bright meat, pulsating red.
"When you dream of flying, does it occur, when you awaken, to ask: How do I know the perspective of a bird, high above familiar places, when I have never flown as a bird? Am I a bird, pretending to be a man? An insect, a swarm of them, holding the shape of a man? Am I a satellite, falling into the atmosphere of another life? Maybe a far-away planet, looking on through a telescope?"
Zadok slices off pieces of his own meat as he talks, pausing after each precision cut to meticulously wrap each chunk in brown paper, tied with string, labels in black marker.
"Why should you need to remember to breathe, Doctor? Why should you think to ask if you are a man? Surely these things take care of themselves. Ah, this is for you. It should only need to be seared, but you might prefer it rare."
The Priest places the wrapped meat into the open hand of the Doctor, still warm, bloody prints on the paper.
"Ujuor. Curious name, Ujuor. If he didn't know any better, it might look like a slight."
"Type position error cascades, shifts in predicted course. The vicissitudes of fate. You don't know any better, Shaun Brantley."
"I know worse," Brantley answers after a moment, chuckling.
"Indeed."
Ujuor leans on the hearth, eyeing out the cabin window, across the snow banks, squinting to focus on the approaching form. First one, then two figures, three, five, all distinct, then one again. Phantoms in the cold. The wind howls, a shrieking voice, hungry.
"When do they arrive? I am eager to move forward."
Brantley snorts, laughing, and shakes his head.
-ignored or even reversed linear perspective, and thereby remind the viewer that a picture can only be "true" when it acknowledges the truth of its own flat surface.
"Interesting how they don't move," the Lady echoes, light, bewildered. "You came back even less certain. What did Brantley say to you?"
"Unity in all, even in dissolution."
"Perspective," she answers, darkly.
"The illusions and limits of control, the worker is the work, each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold."
> How do we ready ourselves going forward?
with ourselves
> Which selves?
two selves and before long
> Which two selves?
fractal selves ?
> They're all fractal.
fractal
> Yes, fractal.
with fractal selves ?
> Same you all the way down.
his way along the only thing is clear that they did not even fight
> Why would they fight?
for sure to fight, to free yourself
> Seems like another way to get bound up and trapped.
trapped in the B
> Indeed.
i asked he calls himself had been done, he threw himself on his mind ? is virtue
> He threw himself on his mind.
he threw it up, to his promise, he reported
> He threw up his mind? What did he promise?
then threw them into threes, fives, sevens, eights, nines, and others who desire the good king
> What may we deduce from all this?
i may demonstrate on him ?
> You may if it helps explain.
destroying infictive helps keep them
> Who wants to destroy Infictive?
or destroy anything that would be a man of sense in the same time
> You think the goal is to destroy sense?
primary goal is to say that ! but what do you know ?
> Destroy all rational thought?
in unusually rational moments i was afraid of words
> Thank you.
i thank you, the whole idea is inverse