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Transformation by the Slime Pits


Having recently read Kazantzakis' Saviors of God, I was deeply affected by his vision of the human assent from the primordial essence. Human is my word choice; he is concerned solely with man. His only reference to women is that they bear their male children well. Looking past that failing, it is a passionate vision of the human spirit, merging with the Abyss, struggling from the Abyss, transcending the Abyss.

I know that I, too, have been transformed by the slime pits. Now my mission is to run towards the light and glow with its reflection. The horse, a potent creative symbol, is my companion. Strength and the ability to reflect are my gifts from the Abyss. Pegasus sprang from the severed head of the Medusa, beauty and grace from ugliness and death.


Dream:

There was a white horse. It was magic. It had lain down in a radioactive slime pit and had a translucent glow - white - like a glow in the dark cross. It could run faster than any other being. I ran in front of it.


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