Poseidon

: - I am in te middle of the dark, and see the point of light - they are floating in the dark and see only mist. This is gravity, without which no spirit or lightness. And without them no gravity - what is escaping from the self except an invitation to the self?

How can we talk to ourselves, without making errors at the crucial moments? Belief is broken in knowledge. To see the picture in its source, to know the mind of the spectator, to radicalize desire into belief, faith, will towards - x. To steer away from the treacherous shallows into the stability of the wave, the tides, the rhythm of greatness. Poseidon is of all the Gods the greatest as he knows no bounds but his own boundlessness, he can create continents inside of him and be a threat to them, but he can not win their sympathy. Only those who seek to die through the limit of the animal selves into the vast expanse of the unexpected, so set sail, accumulate wind, expect - speculate - trust - that the unexpected is more substantial than the expected. Truth, awaited, received in bounty.

Science must submit to this science knowing that discovery is the apprehension of the not formerly apprehended - not therefore projected, expected. The scientist aims at the horizon, knowing that land will appear. He is also methodical in his perceptions and dynamic, polarizing in his conclusions. His aim is not to synthesize concepts but to make synthesis possible at a calculated instance of teleological tyranny. The image of the goal - the known goal - a deeply miserable prospect is all the dying science is driven towards -- ever more absurd, ever deeper obvious, almost equal, gone. What remains is the scientist and his horizon.