Confrontation / Mountain Climbers at Earth Center Storm Spiritus Mundi!

Because of the closing of thought to the problem of The Poisoning, radical artists everywhere  were driven to a dialectic of confrontation by absurdism, a  theater to oppose the commercial religion in order to bring about consciousness of it. Religion here means Darwinism and paganism married to consumerism and self realization. Artists didn't need a scientific basis for their theaters of art. The proofs surround every situation so that agencies of narcosis and escape are hard pressed to sustain themselves. Confrontational archetypes such as this headline from Yeats go inside the map metaphor, walk the metaphor before they walk true mind. The fairyland bubble pops. Branching visions that lie inside earth, inside body, are landscapes that measure what we do not know as an  interior of Dante’s pic of what we are.

They are not Davidic marbles. But they shall be. I mean that the sum total of archetypes of Jung and Freud and all the accumulated pictographs from Sumer on, in all the notions that earth does not belong to its Creator to redeem the human, shall be expunged. You say that's a shame, like defacing the Afgan marbles as the early Taliban did, but there is no need to memorialize evil. We shall excavate these fossils suspended in time and space where Saturn first ate in fear of his supplanting. Societies that eat earth from ignorance of doing, eat mountain, down river, pour atmosphere into sea, movie pictures that predict giants of obesity, concoctions of the manufactured imaginative bounds that bulge equators will force their unseen metaversal flesh right up to the belly of a whale; they may think they're coming in, but they're not, they're going out. Scale mile/inch, epic compass of worlds above/below, one world closer to the unseen than can be said. Munch up a mountain, pony up some dough, drain an aquifer into a depression deep enough to save. We have our epic counterparts today to which Homer is a pariah and Noah a mere bubble. This metaphor about a giant metaphor prepares reality. Though earth be removed and the mountains be cast into the midst of the sea, the reality is the remaking of the whole earth. This dwarfs the present.

Working back, working around, we come to the Noah/Jonah cast into the sea in order to save the ship lest everyone drown. Jonah in the fish belly is in no grave, but this is a way of saying that it is. The Ship is the World! Before he's cast upon the beach Noah Met the Wilderness. This is what we should do were we to throw our outcasts out, put on them our sins, put them on our sins, tie their hands and drive them into space. If you're not entirely getting this you may read further in the deep below. Here, tis an envelop we manufacture, a horse from sin, a donkey, mules, spaceships, anything to carry them. Sin carries sin. They threw them over in the past, but did not throw Paul to save themselves because he saved them all (Acts 27). Cases are never the same. He is their salvation, not a pariah. How to tell  pariah from savior? "It is, rather, largely the result of work by people with...PhDs" says David Orr (c. 1990). It is too soon to talk of the shells cast off by *autodactylmorphs, part automobile, part dinosaur, part invention. How wonderfully we void the wilderness. "Science has conquered nature," this product of natural forces, Co2, buried before the age began, above in air and under in sea, this metaphor about a giant metaphor that prepares reality.

Milton descended into Blake's left foot! (Davis, 105). Blake wrote of the psychological dimensions of the fall of Adam that he allegorized to the thought of Boehme, but the poem of earth has not yet been done.