You rest at the outset of an expanding logical world. Or of worlds of worlds of worlds over and again. You that has come here and looked upon these words, tell me: does the promise of yet unseen worlds move you, compelled?
In this great shining plethora, drawn to foray into the center that is the heart? To find sense in these mirroring multiplying convexities by seeking what binds them, and to kill what first caused wonder by leaving nothing unseen and untouched?
In these things, wants, thoughts, and vain steps, I am here to travel with you. I am another person: I will obfuscate, and I will help. To explore is also my perverse want, and to find the way some worlds hang together can be our shared trouble and periled venture: our share of
But know that invisible treasures, all glorious and ruinous the same, you will not find. YOU SHOULD REMEMBER THE COMPLETE BRUTALITY OF OLD IMPERIAL MEN. Keep yourself from its insidious and accidental
genius and all other prevailing myths.
First, we begin with a wish: logos.
May have you
lines to guide,
pure thought to sup,
form and figure to hold.
For shaping worlds,