World Order

A natural world order is essentially a magical world order. It is not reducible to a rational order. For that to work there are too many irrational combinations of words and things. Magic incorporates the rational and the rest and thereby hones ratio to be the sharpest blade it can be or the strongest mast to contain both the sail and the storm to become the travel. Forward! But in degrees.

Magical thinking does not follow protocol, even when it orients on it. The magical work is wholly within the transient excess, and the work remains as the ground vanishes. If one is a skilled magician! Otherwise one tumbles along with the ground into the abyss where so many blackened brothers build their faltering, wet piles of wood in the dream of a campfire.

When a magician philosophizes, he becomes unreasonably fearless and a destroyer of laws. Here, very few metaphysics suffices beyond laughing stock. Man draws back to the elemental forces now. His philosophy becomes grounded in the thunder. Earth and light become indiscernible from one another. Morality is perfectly evident.

Finally, man finds the calm center of the fundamental dizziness of the galaxy. But immediately the Caesar calls out for the games to begin! Man will never rest except in the seething birch, in the traveling fire-arrow, the salt-watered cup... he must spend his blood to be at peace, he is the warm blooded animal, this excess is his nature and its beauty is his rest...