The great beast that was content to let humanity play for ten thousand years has been stirred by the glint of forbidden metal travelling where it must never go.
That is why the rock has already cracked.
That is why there are now two.
Eventually I did hit my tiny bony toe against that well-positioned rock on the floor without wearing proper shoes - and without explaining it in too much detail you could possibly imagine how bad it hurt and how much I needed to hold back to suppress the scream of pain. Not only that.
As you said, the compositions of organic matter could invoke the states of emergency at any moment that wasn’t necessary and no one got hurt yet. Not yet. Fairly true considering the events trying to convince you otherwise.
But I can tell you only this: that rock has cracked. And now there are the two.
Maybe your urologist might have a second opinion: so let’s check. But in my opinion you’re good to go.
Are we good to go?
What can we really bear?
And if bearing something, really, why not asking the permission first from this great beast of time upon us, as asking this violently furious ultimately unstoppable force of a bear: do you dare?
The bear may reply, may not, and you may hear his reply, or better not. Done and over with that.
"Mijaouw", mijaouwed my feral shadow cat uder the feet of something tremendously huge and unbearably present in this room, this space, that can move planets aside and step into dominion. "Stay aside, for the bear, and care, deeply - care."
I curled myself in a spiral that the other has been curled into before, but aside from the other hand, there was nothing left, no less, no more except for the ring. And that's worth every story.
image courtesy of i n d e e d . i s // ring a courtesy of the most skilfully kind Anja OriAn, the tamer of steppen wolves (with the chosen addition by Leigh J. McCloskey)
Stelarc has taken the symbol of the suffering artist (the ear) and turned it into a symbol of networked, indifferent connectivity. He has borrowed the relic of a man who cut off his ear in a moment of profound emotional distress and implanted it into a philosophy that seeks to erase emotion. The shaman isees this as a spiritual theft. The feral shadow cat sees it as a prey for the night of the March 26th. Who will win and who will perish. Ear-ternally?
Stelarc Stelarc must return that ear as the corpses wait.