What, is my head empty? Walked home from the college yesterday after turning in grades and thought of pulling the camera from its sleeve but walking without pausing felt better. And once home, cracked the big Paracelsus book to look for direction and sank into sleep as soon as I'd marked something to think about. Woke at midnight to people screaming at each other outside. Thought it was inside--in my dream--sometimes that happens--but H was up and awake when the police came. The people out back, he said. Not you.
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At the beginning of each birth stood the birth-giver and the begetter--separation. It is the greatest wonder of the philosophies.... When the mysterium magnum in its essence and divinity was full of the highest eternity, separatio started at the beginning of all creation. And when this took place, every creature was created in its majesty, power, and free will. And so it will remain until the end, until the great harvest when all things will bear fruit and will be ready for gathering. For the harvest is the end of all growth.... And just as the mysterium magnum is the wonderful beginning, so the harvest is the wonderful end of all things.
Paracelsus, "Creation of the World"
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