Kenny is not badmouthing Apotheosis or its function of Transformation. We just think it's all become Skeuomorphic today. The Exhaltation of matter - which is the Alchemical Program - has, lately, slipped into Decoration. What was once the sine qua non of Existence - the Apotheatic Function of Transubstantiation with its resonance and correspondences which reach all the way to Satan heself - has been co-opted by the Watchers who control the Media and rebranded as Oxyclean, shilled by Billy Mays. We have "substituted Metaphor for Metamorphosis" - which can make poetry happen but not magic. Magic Marrys the Worlds. The one above to the one below. Without Magic there can be no transformations of matter into light.
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We had already prepped the tree the autumn before so there was in place a "Drop" - which is the highly frapped and flemished wire which will attach the Rose thru itself to the branch of the tree. Naturally we have not pierced the Cambrian layer of the branch, or the tree, or anything wooden within miles. A chain in a rubber sleeve goes over the branch so the tree is not injured in any way. Slag gris-grised the Captain for the climb - about 40 feet - and without a reservation, the Captain launched himself at the heavens. Like the Tower of Babel, he figured he could just as easily storm the place as putz around earning a spot in the Empyrea thru a grueling lifetime of good works, self-sacrifice, and Stigmata. Fuck it! The Captain said, "I'm goin' up!"
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