Forlorn days of nihility stretch beyond me, broken only by brief moments in time when I would briskly walk from the fountain to the King’s Foil, cupping a small amount of quickly draining water within my hands. I have since staved off the browning of death—but that is all. The browning does not seem to … Continue reading Garden of Gnosis: 03 – The Lull of the Lacuna

I walked the ever-sprawling lush fields of… I know not what, but there was little for me to do but wander, so wander I must.  I did not tire—not that I would expect too—and I found myself in a pleasant meander; lost in an empty garden in which the sun remained high in the sky; … Continue reading Garden of Gnosis: 02 – Fields of Green

But nettles are not to be tolerated. They settled the question on which I had been turning my back for so long, and one fine August morning, when there seemed to be nothing in the garden but nettles, and it was hard to believe that we had ever been doing anything but carefully cultivating them … Continue reading Garden of Gnosis: 01 – Dracaena mucro