Dark Moon Meditation
Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored" on this, the dark moon of the autumn equinox .
In a world gone mad, where people professing to work for God do injustice and spread violence, we advocate exiting the Interstate Highway and returning to the weedy track through the dense forest. Be an outcast, be a rebel, not by searching for the new but by returning to The Old.
O Merlin in your crystal cave
Deep in the diamond of the day,
Will there ever be a singer
Whose music will smooth away
The furrow drawn by Adam's finger
Across the meadow and the wave?
Or a runner who'll outrun
Man's long shadow driving on,
Burst through the gates of history
And hang the apple on the tree?
Will your sorcery ever show
The sleeping bride shut in her bower,
The day wreathed in its mound of snow,
And Time locked in his tower?
"Rebel," by Seitou, to be republished only with permission of "The Gods Are Bored."