There is no impossibility as to what ‘form’ conscious life may take.

Because of our infinite relationships, potentialities are there. The shapes of form are not yet exhausted and there are no miracles beyond living matter. Though flesh in its most radiant beauty is miraculous, it does not imply that Nature has exhausted all possibilities of pleasuring in flesh.

“The mind in repose becomes the speculum of all creation” — we hear too much about relaxing and ‘meditation’. My mind (and I expect yours) works in reverse — the stimulus is from without — always chaotic, procreative and spatial of strange conjunctures; and ‘repose’ a period of fatigue or sleep, a renewal of the tension necessary for contexturation of creativity.

The supreme defeat is resignation. The triumph over death and all things is by fearless desire. There is not one thing obtained in this world except by effort and struggle to render desire. The born genius is only spending the virtue of previous effort.



Ubique Daemon / Ubique Deus
Austin Osman Spare; Wikipedia^︎