The Bookmarks of Edgar Allan Poe

It must have been a couple years ago I dreamt I was sitting in a waiting room, along with a woman, when a man with an eccentric tweed-suit and a twirly mustache came in. His sole trade was with intricately-worked bookmarks, true masterpieces in their own right. The ones he showed me were based on … Continue reading The Bookmarks of Edgar Allan Poe →

Discerning the Transmundane

The soul is an artificial object made by intelligences that exist far beyond the range of our senses, and serves as a link to them. This reality beyond the ordinary world is in you and everyone else, and you cannot go back from knowing it once you know. "It is useless to close one's eyes, since this sight does not occur through physical eyes."