
DORÉ, Gustave (b. 1832, Strasbourg, d. 1883, Paris)
Rosa Celeste: Dante and Beatrice gaze upon the highest Heaven, The Empyrean (Dante Alighieri, Divine Comedy, Paradiso, Canto XXXI)
1867
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OK, so this is a friend of mine essentially doing “Kabbalah for Dummies.” As a dummy who previously knew nothing about Kabbalah, I think it’s really mind-blowingly amazing. Your mileage may vary.


When a photograph expresses my current feelings more than any words could do.
“Metamorphosis”, 2017.


they say that knowledge was the first seed of corruption, but it wasn’t knowledge that felled man, it was the audacity to dream. reverie precedes the fall, but this didn’t feel like a fall at all; this felt like the sound of every chain breaking all at once, like breathing after being held beneath an ocean, like seeing light after an eternity of darkness.
it felt like being free.
eve cuts the shackles God gave her and spits when He says she is no more than adam’s rib. if corruption meant freedom, then she would shuck her divinity gladly, and when this story is retold they will say that she was both the beginning and the end of everything.
( God creates man, man creates machine, machine kills man, machine becomes God. )

Just a lil sigil I made. I could tell you what it is but then it might not work.
Anarchic anger came to beat us down,
Until from all that battering we went numb
Like ravaged trees after a hurricane.
But in its wake we saw fierce angels come–
Not gentle and not kind– who threshed the grain
With their harsh wings, winnowed from waste.
They brought love to its knees in fearful pain.
Such angels come after the storm is past
As messengers of a true power denied.
They beat us down. For love, they thrash us free,
Down to the truth itself, stripped of our pride.
On those harsh wings they bring us agony.
Theirs is an act of grace, and it is given
To those in Hell who can imagine Heaven.