Anything that one can say has been said
Anything that one can hear has been heard
All that one can think has been thought of and all that one can feel has been felt
All knowledge is known and awaits rediscovery
Therefore, the greatest treasure that can be obtained is the wisdom that lies dormant in each of creation’s inhabitants
and the will…and the choice…and the courage to reveal it and our place within the Great Design
Calvin & Hobbes
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi 
A world immersed in greed, envy, pettiness and turmoil
Its inhabitants suffering from delusions of grandeur and complete amnesia with connections to the past – that which binds them cohesively to the here and now
Here I sit contemplating “why” and the meaning of “what was” and “what is” against a backdrop of the noise of humanity and their devious machinations
There is no peace, there is no serenity, there is no balance
until what was lost is found again and the integrity of both who and what we truly are has been restored
Where our parents moved freely among us endeavouring to mentor in all that can be known and reveling in each infant step taken forward
Take a look round now and see how far we have devolved even with contemporary comforts and technology; it seems as though our very existence has come undone
I beg then in the name of our Father of old to grant me the tranquility of the knowledge of Ancestors past and the embodiment of His wisdom
To dwell amongst Family where the distance between Heaven and Earth are mere steps to be traversed with little effort
Reveal to me the times of Enki and of Enlil and the Heavenly Hosts that once were prevalent and abided with us on Terra Firma
Within there is no judgement, no sides to be taken but only understanding, knowledge and the wisdom of all things that are sought as a constant companion
Therefore, be not far from me, hear my plea and make haste to minister unto me
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi 
What good is the flame if no warmth emanates from it
What good is a name if no one knows it
What good does it do to touch if you cannot feel
What good is a thought if no other comprehends it
What good is a voice if no one can hear you
What good is life if it is not lived
Calvin & Hobbes
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi
Sipping on Redd in bed with Santitas by my side can’t ease the pain. Nor does the initial euphoria felt when the mobile beeps notification only to realise that it is the senseless communication that is the addiction.
Another day in a contemplative state pondering what’s this life for. Vivid paint stares back at me in the dark from incomplete works, the mirror of a myriad of past emotions from Vino in Veritas. Trying to find that balance between “what is” and “what is not” consumes both the conscious and subconscious mind alike.
Was Thoth this mired in self-reflection – examining both the meaningful and meaningless on this journey in pursuit of pure wisdom and self-actualization? Regardless of the answer, isolation is the constant companion of those who set upon this quest to quench the thirst for wisdom.
There are no sigils or talismans to protect on the lonely and perilous expedition. The culmination of this crusade is surely a slow and methodical death to reveal the mysteries of life.
Therefore think of me and offer up one last prayer for the dying. May peace and your perfect Heaven await.
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi
Featured image by: by Ceri Westcott “Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder”
How can anyone be missed if they are never apart? Just sayin…
Calvin & Hobbes
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi
I just thought I’d say hello while you tell me good-bye
The sun is going down quickly and I thought about selling my only Renoir along with some old CD’s
The world is on Pause from common sense so what the hell difference does it make what I do
I see that the accordion is accompanying the violin but my Faithful won’t go along with as I go in through the back door
Laughter can be heard from the back pews while they’re crying at the front of the wedding chapel
The dog should return soon from walking the wife and kids which means I don’t have much more time to play
my left wrist is in a lot of pain but looking on the bright side, I don’t have to worry about going to the gym this week
I believe some secrets should remain secret
If I drink enough I will have forgotten all about it anyway … What was I thinking about?
No matter, in today’s world an attention span is much overrated
It’s been nice taking time to record some thoughts for no one in particular before I get back to living life … or someone else’s
I mean the television is not going to watch itself am I right?
Calvin & Hobbes
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi
Angst consumes me with every word that is heard and spoken; with every image my eyes behold
The foul stench of the chemical industrial air suffocates metamorphing the foundations of every living thing
Nary a word of truth is ever spoken and ignorance is the universal law that is forced upon the masses and the classless classes to their jubilation
Mammon is the god of choice – desired and worshiped above all others
Can you see it? Can you hear it? Can you feel it?
Where to turn for truth? Where to turn for justice? Where to go for an infinitesimal grain of peace or for just a piece of infinitesimal grain to nurture the body?
Sustenance in bounty everywhere but none fit for consumption. With conflict so lucrative, the price of repose is at an all-time premium so no rest for the weary.
There is at least tekhnologia to surrender self and conscience without consideration of consequence.
Ha, I like that said the blind man.
I can see it! I can hear it! I can feel it!
My God, how did the chalice get so empty and we not realise it?
Oh well, fuck it! Let’s just have some cake and sing…
Calvin & Hobbes
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi
At moonlight’s arrival you whisper and dance gracefully upon my every thought
Alternatively divine, darkly inviting and imbued with unending sensual ferocity, the spell that is cast cannot be broken
There on the fringe of the spider’s web waiting silently, patiently to devour saintly spirit, I struggle to no avail as it only enhances your appetite and makes you want me more
In the deepest chasm of my being, I realise that I cannot resist as I have never known such force or obsession delicately devouring me
No words are expressed, no intellect implored only unyielding raw emotional desire for what is coveted by the eyes and craved by both body and soul
No light can escape this abyss of your all consuming hunger and I know that it is there that I will reside with you forever be thee flesh or spectre
So I just let go and let you feed
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi
The Wolf King by Dan Burgess
Pull the spectacles from your eyes and behold the illusions of your own design
It was given birth by C-section and now a prodigy to rule the world or is it to ensure the world rue’s the day?
Cry once for this amazing creation because that’s all you have time for
Its nurturing time and the dawn won’t wait for the sun to complete its ascension or for you to comprehend the gravity of your miscalculations before clearing the rheum from your eyes
Shh now….the teeth are sharp and milk just won’t cut it
Fresh meat is on the menu and know that you are not exempt from your child’s ravenous palate
Hope you’ve got alternative plans for tea because the cupboards will soon be bare
How are you feeling now that the hunt is on and the youngling is on the prowl?
There is wanderlust in the eyes and soon there will be no means of controlling it
Can you cry for the innocent and ignorant souls that will soon know and fear you from the thing you have sired?
Sit back in that Recliner and take it all in
Keep one hand in your pocket and use the other to conceal your sins
That’s right…endeavour to settle yourself down in a simple little town while the acid rain falls gently all around
You may rely on the fact that Heaven may forgive but few others will when they have fathomed what you have unleashed
Deafen yourself to the carnage by covering your ears to “la, la, la, la – I can’t hear you” but hey you should remember…
Everyone gets tired sometime, Everyone has to sleep sometime, Everyone has to feel sometime
…and when you do, there won’t be a peep from you but the world around will continue to sigh and cry before your wolf dies
I bid you Sweet Dreams my princess in the dark.
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi
A new dawn, a new day
but yesterday lingers with thoughts of tomorrow
…and I must say I don’t speak Spanish but I feel good about myself anyway
Oh, there they go again just six feet above me
trying to dazzle on their self-perceived exclusive high-wire while lecturing how inadequate the masses are!
They should really buy a vowel ’cause they haven’t got a clue
The sun seems so Blue up there all alone
That’s quite strange since Monday is gone
No worries, I’ll just wait for the moon because my reflection says I’m looking pretty pale in the light
I guess I might as well leave now and prepare for my Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark
…You know, I don’t speak French but I feel good about myself anyway
Who goes there, just beneath the shadow of that glass throwing stones?
I really can’t recognise them but their familiarity is Breeding contempt
She really should have kept the Trojans close because that thing He gave birth to would have been aborted by anyone else
No worries though, I’m draped in my own Fast Fashion with my own Personal Jesus so I’m not concerned
I guess I must be moving on now because I can’t remember to keep my eyes closed before my tongue deceives me
Walking barefoot in this Valley with my Shadow behind me seems so crowded I could die
I wish I had more time alone with myself to lay on these 23 Palms in this Desert of Despair and relax but these infernal beasts just won’t release or give me peace, or surcease from sorrow
So with this Communal Cup half empty, I’ll just have to keep pace of this Race that I just can’t seem to fathom or trust
Perhaps I’ll just go to Sleep, Deep and search for the answers that I seek from protective Parents who are always with me
No matter the case, I have to unequivocally say
…I speak no damn English but I Love myself anyway
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi
