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The Ineluctable Modality of Rome Side B: Chappelle Shrugged




“A swamp lies there below the hill,
Infecting everything I’ve done:
My last and greatest act of will
Succeeds when that foul pool is gone.
Let me make room for many a million,
Not wholly secure, but free to work on.
Green fertile fields, where men and herds
May gain swift comfort from the new-made earth.
Quickly settled in those hills’ embrace,
Piled high by a brave, industrious race.
And in the centre here, a Paradise,
Whose boundaries hold back the raging tide,
And though it gnaws to enter in by force,
The common urge unites to halt its course.
Yes, I’ve surrendered to this thought’s insistence,
The last word Wisdom ever has to say:

He only earns his Freedom and Existence,
Who’s forced to win them freshly every day.

Childhood, manhood, age’s vigorous years,
Surrounded by dangers, they’ll spend here.
I wish to gaze again on such a land,
Free earth: where a free race, in freedom, stand.
Then, to the Moment I’d dare say:

‘Stay a while! You are so lovely!’
Through aeons, then, never to fade away
This path of mine through all that’s earthly. –
Anticipating, here, its deep enjoyment,
Now I savour it, that highest moment.

(Faust sinks back, the spirits of the dead take him and lay him on the ground.)”

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe




The “here, my son, time turns into space” in Parsifal refers to (1) the island; and (2) is a solution to the island. It all comes together in LOST, which secretly deals with bodhisattva: Mitleid, hence the Buddha. And karma and Maya. What was precisely not solved in VALIS (“pity’s highest power”) is at last solved at the end—as the end—of BTA: compassion as the bodhisattva or Buddha to be: viz: one attains Nirvana—escape from the island via the pulley—due to compassion—i.e., Mitleid, which solves the horizontal timeline. Pity is the fourth spatial axis.

This can be expressed best by: the way back onto the island—what the bodhisattva chooses (to do)—is, paradoxically, the way—the only way—off of the island.

Philip K. Dick



We’re all Clifford

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