SunSprite

Elusive, contradictory - as a hunter he is hunted, as dismemberer dismembered, as possessor possessed, transformer transformed, dead reborn, until his nature dissolves in a whirl. Grasped, he is lost; lost, he stares from a mask. There, but behind the mask? Have we lost him since we cannot grasp his nature, since all masks fit yet none is essential? No, for it is precisely in this that his nature consists, that he cannot be grasped, fixed, categorized. The very whirl reveals the god's nature - madness

“Without habit, the beauty of the world would overwhelm us. We’d pass out every time we saw — actually saw — a flower. Imagine if we only got to see a cumulonimbus cloud or Cassiopeia or a snowfall once a century: there’d be pandemonium in the streets. People would lie by the thousands in the fields on their backs.”