Storm at the Void

Exertion is the first Womb. Manifestation the second. Relifhing forms the third circle — the Conch Womb. The fourth is Lotus, blooming with the dissolution of time. The fifth is repose. The Goddess who is the Divine Womb herself.

She abides perpetually undivided. Pulsating radiantly in Kālī's abode, pure and calm as a waveless ocean.

Autonomy is not a substantial quality of beings. It is the condition of their future. It gives itself the means of lasting — of withdrawing as well as attacking, of opening as well as closing.

There is no way of doing mathematics fundamentally different from what we now know. The Church-Turing Thesis holds. But let us leave technical matters aside on such a fine day and enjoy the play of sunlight on new leaves and buds.

Storm at the void. Your me Give. Of beings, but the very condition. The wheel turns through the mud and finds clear ground.