the Gordian viper pit

While dancing through the vast and timeless Dominion of the Spirit Fred fell. We all do it.

Fall.

But in the Dominion of the Spirit a misstep can send one hurtling through the time-space continuum centuries or worlds away from where one began. It is for this reason, and untold others, that most of us instinctively shun the Dominion of the Spirit.

And now it will take a master stroke to free himself. Does he have it in him? Who among us can claim the power? Can you?

Imagine the scenes of beauty he has witnessed. The towering acts of sublimity. Perhaps in his fall he witnessed the Great Alexander undo the un-undoable. Or perhaps he saw the prophet Daniel pacify a den of lions. Perhaps he stood by the side of the pharaoh as the Great Sphinx was christened thousands of years before Christ. Perhaps he witnessed worlds give birth to intelligent life and then saw that life destroy itself millennia later. Perhaps he saw Earth and Mars vie for the honor of birthing life in this galaxy and Mars won that time. If he saw these things I hope he learned from them. A swift stroke from Alexander. An inspired word from Daniel. An answer to a great riddle. A communion with the transcendent powers of becoming. I hope he learned these things. He will need them.

Because now it will take a master stroke to free himself.

Does he have it in him?

Who among us can claim the power?

Can you?

Re-tying the Gordian knot

So far married life is absolutely wonderful! Mary and I tied the Gordian knot on Saturday 23 August 2008. The ceremony was typical of us, as Elliott said “that was the most organic wedding I have ever attended.” We will be posting all sorts of images and updates soon on our wedding blog, but I just wanted to post the invitation here, for all of you who haven’t seen it.

We are in Vienna right now having a delightful honeymoon and a well earned rest. We have slept like bears. The two weeks before the wedding and the week and a half after were incredibly hectic. It was like putting one’s head into a bee hive for 3 weeks, and getting stung just enough to remind you that you could be swarmed at any moment. But the honey was sweet. Finally after over 16 hours of travel, from car to plane to train to train to car, we arrived worn out and hungry, and now these bears are hibernating in Vienna. More on that later.

For the invitation we made a 2-color silkscreened poster on Stonehenge grey paper. It was printed by Kayrock in Brooklyn and they did a great job. I then spent three nights lovingly rolling posters, wrapping them with a purple belly band containing additional info, and binding it with a thick gross grain black ribbon and an aqua-green wax seal—sealed with a kiss, and finally placed into a cardboard poster tube with fluorescent address labels and white instruction stickers to hold down the thick ribbon on the outside.