Arthropod

Dear Purpurea,

The answer: sacrifice.

That can mean so many things. Robert A. Johnson insists that the important part of sacrifice is not the giving away, getting rid of or destroying - it is the fact that what is removed is made sacred. That is, it is removed from the purview of the smaller self and set aside for something larger, more inclusive, more whole.

What must be sacrificed, then, is not nearly as important as: what shall I be sacrificing to?

Change. What I mean by that is: changing myself. If it has become clear that sacrifice is necessary - then what is this greater thing that I shall prepare the sacrifice for?

A greater self? A world - a universe - a cosmos. A totality of all connections, the end of all roads traversed, the satisfaction of all burning. The mound of ashes at the end of the world. The Omega Man. That which is called God.

No. Too abstract and grandiose.

Is it for you, Purpurea? You're part of it, aren't you. My goodness, something greater than both of us, that consists of me and you. The hermaphroditic flowering of myself. That seems about right.

Something worth sacrificing myself to. Something to look out for the next few days.

Purpurea, I think it might be time to take a break from writing to you. I need to spend the next couple days touching dirt with my long-folded hands. There will come a time again, though.

You are in my thoughts and at the tickling-end of my senses though, as always.

Affectionately yours,
Peliens