my hermitage on a mountain in California, off the trail
Walking amongst ravaged blocks of concrete, long reinforcing rods piercing moldering gray viscera, I knew the Greeks had built temples that could "be seen in their uncompromised logic and true dimension: as compact images or acts of will—of what, that is to say, neural cliques in the memory system allow the brain to encode the key features of specific epododes and, at the same time, to extract from those experiences general information that men are and can make— nakedly separate from the natural environment but to be understood in balance with it."
Civilization is sited where humans set themselves against the rest of creation, while praying to their gods for the wisdom to know where and how wide to open the gate.
Isis is searching the world for
the severed limbs of her son,