Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.
Liber Al vel Legis, Chapter II: 9
This is a verse I often have to revisit. It lifts me up when I’m in a bit of a depressive spell and always reminds me that the nature of suffering is temporary.
Pages from the Top 10: The Forty-Niners. Written by Alan Moore, drawn by me, colors by Art Lyon. Art is on Tumblr at artlyon.
The Forty-Niners is a prequel to the present day set comics series Top 10, also written by Moore. My layout artist from Top 10 Zander Cannon didn’t work on this one, but he is the model for both young Jet Lad/Steve Traynor and for the precinct’s captain Doctor Omega.
I wish Gene Ha would put a little effort into his backgrounds. He’s so lazy. ;)
All those who do not books return
Are thieves, not borrowers, and earn
The punishment Justice demands;
Their sacrificial loss of hands.
May God, therefore, as witness see
That it be done unswervingly.
Book curse written in a library catalogue in 1049 by the abbot of the Abbey of Lobbes in Germany. (via oneiriad)
Damn. Abbots are scary…
Apparently book curses were a thing!
The venerable dead are waiting in my library to entertain me and relieve me from the nonsense of surviving mortals.
Samuel Davies (via observando)
I would suggest remembering Jonah and the whale. Think about it… Go ahead, archonic culture. Eat Batman, eat The Invisibles, eat Star Trek, eat Thor, eat Tolkien, eat Thelema. Go back for seconds. Be my guest. Sooner or later, it will find something that it can’t digest, and that thing will burst from its stomach, holding The Grail.
Following on, in an era of cultural bankruptcy, there is nothing for it but to give yourself a classical education. I don’t mean Aristotle, I mean They Live and The Earthsea Quartet. Perhaps ironically - which is only appropriate- the cure for the hipsterisation of magic is to go vintage.
Finally, be platform agnostic. Not only has the internet turned out to be a dubious saviour of inspiration and mystery, its existence as a unified space is coming to an end. Frankly, I don’t know where to look next, only that we know that we don’t know where to look next.
Which brings us back to the beach with the missing ocean. If you ever find yourself physically in such a situation, as my mother the psychonaut did in Tonga a few years ago before a tsunami, make for the hills. Oceans don’t stay missing for long.
Seek the Higher Ground (Runesoup)