The deep dark root of mythic systems, since the beginning of time, has been found in far reaching obscure places. If you found this world in the web of stillbirth, you have opened a path in the labrynth: To the truth that can, now, never be closed. The World of Logicon is reaching out. Building a world of reason in the basement of the elders. Kant can cry but where has his cry gotten him? My brother who I have kept, can not keep me. So I Am building a world in which I can be. Not become! Be. I Am not mesiah. I Am not Atilla. I Am not Moses. Though I have gone to the mountain. Though I have recieved the tablet. Though I have called to the world to recieve base. I Am the 3711 man. I Am eating the apple. And the apple is good. How does the reciever recieve? Sincereity? Innocence? Benighn Hatred? Gulible? Amiss? or CYNICAL? Mmmm.... When the intellect belittles theee.... How does The Emotion long.... for what is it longing? Does the mole build for the hawk? Does the mole build for the Eagle? Does the mole build for the Bear? NO!!! The mole builds to the deer, the horse, the lion. Be home with you, Promethius, let the vultures smash their beaks on the rocks of the GODS. You who are god! You who rule the kingdom of self. You who build a heaven in hells demise. Mentor not the God of souls. By example I look to you. By example, I have learned how the kingdom of thy longing is built. Is the language so old? Are the pasters mad, cause they can't taste the paste any longer? Well Matthew Bryon is saying now as he has ever said, the paste is here within. The language not old, only the reciever: bitten cynical you. When will you dance again like the child in your dreams. They have taught you to only see her, with the evil that others have brought against him. Where is your good father? Where is your good mother? Dwell in that empty longing no longer! Their is no you without I? There is no dream without reaching. To get there. Not to dream. To be the dream.