Cam, honey -
As for St. H - do you really see that as a story of doom and gloom? I thought, rather, it was a story of love.
Ev, baby...
sweetie ... my little Ambrosian Lamb of God,
I am hesitant to explain my shards of uranium charged glass cast into this palaver - but you have caught me in a good mood, as I am preparing for my upcoming sabbatical.
A Darker
David Letterman: "Remember kids, June is
Dead God Maintenance Month."
As to what
I am smoking. If you could but reside in this ~Golgothian Temple~ for a single day...
I did not state the St. Frank Herbert of Dune story was doom and gloom. I said:
In fact, if memory serves, it was the deer and cross logo on the J?germeister label itself that began our topic of doom, started by yours truly. See "legend of Saint Herbert."
Began and
Our.
Our topic of Gloom and Doom at the lodge being religion et al, only described as G&D now by retro foreshadowing, seeing as to
where it led us and
what actions were executed over the next several weeks.
We were doing shots and I, always the life/death of the party, innocently asked if anyone was aware of the history of this deer blood's consecrated label. I merely wanted to talk about how St. Frank Herbert saw a sacred symbol in the stretched caul of an Arraki sandworm. (other references, see Mezcal worm, Spice, Iraq,)
He who controls the spice, controls the universe.
I may be mixing myths here, but you understand. (sip) I trust anyone who has visited Dante's Inferno has perused the epic Dune?
As far as the obviously ~inspiring~ "Necrotic Sharks" (I amuse myself here) ... they refer to three attorneys who will not allow the aforementioned three cases to die/lapse/settle.
I doubt there will be another Monday night meeting of the
Order Of the Omniscient Bats lodge until all legal woes are truly "dead in the water." So to speak.
Speaking of Necrotic Sandworms, I am not convinced Brian Herbert's additions to Frank's legacy is wise. One could view them as "dead books" in light of Herbert's passing. Frank could be a real stick in the sand and I can't imagine his wanting the series to go beyond what had been published. As an example of his prissiness, was it not in fact Mr. Herbert who became quite offended at
Iron Maiden merely for wishing to use the word "Dune" in the title of the song now known as "To Tame A Land"? I adore Frank's writing, but what a pompous Fremen! Compare his vitriol to the more magnanimous Patrick McGoohan who gladly and BRILLIANTLY read aloud the passage from Revelation for the introduction to the band's title song on
Number of the Beast.
o-o-o
You mentioned "a story of love," EvB. I believe the largest majority of my posts are crafted with such ephemeral whirling and scratching care. I love what I do and I t(h)rust it shows.
Never let it be said I have no mercy, for I've attached an Holy Vessel for your examination and positioned it below. Just for you. ~Get~ the picture? It ties into everything, including the discussion on this board, the discussion at the Bat Lodge, and the price per barrel of spice... er... oil mentioned this morning on CNN, and the Messianic Complex of which I have hinted afflicts my own imbrications. Oh, deer me.
Worlds, EvB. Worlds. A picture is worth a thousand worlds
? and provides a richer perspective as to what type of godhead rider (and graphic artist) I be.
The only thing missing is a picture of
~THE ORANGE CATHOLIC BIBLE~.
To see it enlarged for details, click on the file name: saintfrankbottle.jpg.
That's me standing on the rather portcullisian "M."
?Also included as an homage to Wilson Brian Key's
Subliminal Seduction are not so subliminal effigies for money, death, & sex.
