ABRAXAS: "Abraxas speaketh that hallowed and accursed word which is life and death at the same time. Abraxas begetteth truth and lying, good and evil, light and darkness in the same word and in the same act. Wherefore is Abraxas terrible."
"There’s this gracious intangible thing with lots of names like “Peace,” “Love,” “God,” “Salvation,” “happiness,” “equanimity.” Call it anything ya wanna call it, but everybody – whether they admit it or not – wants it. It doesn’t speak or move or invade or deny or convince. It just is, like air. exactly like air. Whenever I find I’ve trailed off too far from my awareness of it, I know that I can write my way back inside. It’s why I write. When it’s time to heal and bring chaotic thoughts to resolve, I write. It’s so much the answer for me that my body wants to tell you too. So I perform what I write.
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But be a little leery of people like me in my current state. Despite my proper intensions and inherent good will, I am addicted to revival and redemption and release. In order to be revived one must first be exhausted. In order to be redeemed one first has to fail. In order to be released we have to first be trapped. Inspiration can turn into a tricky cycle if we’re not careful. Sometimes I’m ignorant to the rest of my elements when I show so much preference to inspiration, like massages, or waterslides.Those things are expensive.
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You are reading the words of a sucker, a sucker for solution, and catharsis, and clarity, revival, redemption, and release. Taking the time to write my way back home, through any given space that might slip between me and happiness, is my life’s work. And for a moody guy like me, there is much work to be done."
