April 1, 2024

"They (volcanic projectiles) hiss loudly as they strike, and burn themselves a socket in the ice. Cinders patter, falling with the snow. We creep infinitesimally northward through the dirty chaos of a world in the process of making itself. Praise then Creation unfinished! " 

CL: The world we want is in the process of making itself ...

CC: Or we can create such a process, we can make it into such a world - a chaotic process of all things, an underworld of rethinking creation, storytelling, social systems ..., or an experimental theatre, a spider's body, a butterfly's grave ...... a motherland of "relationships"!