Words are powerful. They fill our days with thoughts and streams and memes, concomitantly placed next to our peers' as we all are asearch in this mystery called life. I am starting my blog for a host of reasons...none of which are more relavent than to lend credence to the puissant words in my own life. I look to you as a reader and a conspirator on this journey. Tell me your words and your thoughts. Let me imbibe on them as if they are liquid jewels on the serene sea.
These are New Days--Diem Nuovo. To name this new process one must commingle history and art. A very high art. Nothing finer than finding the secret of flight. A Daedalian project. A d(a)edalian dream. And our aim is to find the rarest form of truth hidden behind the essence of objects. Not what can you perceive, but what a priori can there be. My little tretrakyt, broken, but beautiful in what it seeks.
You may wonder why we choose these words to signify--Why a Daedalian craft be based on the true form of the tetrakyt--see the beautiful angles on display starting structures of near mathematical certainty to just be broken. Know this, that these words and these memes were here longer than us and will outlast us. Other than to ask the obvious, I must entreaty you and your kith to ponder on the Deadalian tetrakyt. What cunning work can be done to undo our own tetrakyts? Come back and tell me what tendrils have brushed up against your psyche.
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