patteren:
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series: los;79
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| [los14] : In the seventeenth level, as in moirai, the instruments were constellated and arranged in a metaphorical language. In moirai this language was of my own design, at least in part, as virgil had explained that the environment of moirai was a collaboration between the seventeenth level and me. Certainly the vocabulary of moirai, comprised of a beautiful woman and a wild garden, was of my design. But in the seventeenth level the language of the instruments was distinctly not my own. The intricate connections between instruments, the underlying, the derived, the derived from the derived, and so on, were written on fragments of parchment in abstract symbols with incomprehensible relationships. virgil could apparently read these manuscripts and gather comparable information from the glyphs to that which I obtained from moirai: the woman and the language of the garden : moirai was intoxicating while I was there, but upon reentry into the seventeenth level it resulted in complete exhaustion. And the seventeenth level was no place to rest, it was hard and cold and totally uncomfortable, and there was always work to be done. Work to be done that, within the garden of moirai was a sublime experience, but in the starkness of the seventeenth level was torturous : there were long incomprehensible hours in the seventeenth level during which virgil was pacing and asking repetitive questions about what I had seen or done in moirai. These interrogations were what I wanted and felt I needed the least after having been in that place, which was becoming fuller and more sublime with each visit. |
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