Down at a local river, wandered off into the bush and paused to take in the beauty of earth. Looking skyward I could see that the particular copse of trees I stood under had a lean to it. At some point one of the trees must have taken to growing at an angle, casting shadows on nearby trees. These trees have then begun growing at a similar angle to regain their sundered exposure to sunlight. Eventually after years the entire copse had taken on the angle of the first tree. In this I saw that life was it's own impetus to change. Viva la nihilism, et al.
A few nights ago I lost control of my car and rolled it into a ditch deep enough to swallow the car and have only the rear tyre protrude above ground level. As the car flipped the weight of the engine brought the bonnet down enough for the headlights to illuminate the storm water drain I was heading into. The milliseconds before impact were probably the purest I have ever lived. Nothing is more life affirming than a near death experience.
I recently purchased Under A Funeral Moon. Until then I had never read the lyrics. I suppose this is mundane considering the scope of this thread but I was, heartened by my rediscovery of the genius of the progenitors.
The sign of your horns
Is my dearest vision
They Impale all holy,
All holy and weak
You watch me face the mirror
And see desecration
With my art I am the fist
In the face of god