Jagged edged, digging in...
Every which way to be turned, facing these rough corners.
The waking hours, constricted to dimensions with so many limits, so many forces concreted in the fabric of time & space.
The will to break free intensifying as the compression of the squares compound at the focal point: the psyche.
Yet the hardened walls of universal architecture cannot be fought.
The only transcendence is transmutation.
Elevation out of the matrix, detached from the storms of the moment.
Allowing the edges to penetrate and kill this being at this moment, freeing the spirit to be reborn in the next...
One small degree forward in the time-space matrix, the walls of our human prison shifting ever so slightly...
Until sooner or later, the walls fold down and doors open...
No longer boxed in with corners, but free to climb the ramps & ladders of trines & sextiles; ascending or descending via the elevators of conjunctions in the multi-dimensional mansion of the soul.
Simultaneously, the gears in the Grand Organization Design tick, tick, ticking away.
The symphonic elements in the Global Orchestration Directory proceeding through their waves.
A crescendo of squares, discordant chords echoing in the chasms behind the third ear, grating on nerves to shave off dead skin.
~ art credit: Jake Amazon