the Great Mola Mola is a divine traveller, its perfect rubbery flesh grants it voyage from the ocean's surface to the vast depths of the mesopelagic. its body is the perfect vessel, it requires no swim bladder as it slips off into the abyss. words cannot adequately describe my mortal adoration for the Great Ocean Sunfish, may my humble attempt in ink and paper strive to capture even a sliver of its majesty.
from the depths of the mesopelagic to the glory of the sun! all hail the ocean sunfish 🙏🙏🙏
Just figured out I have individual subjectivity 💪 Voice of Spirit King in my head can't tell me what to do anymore. Going to put a sharp stick in the Shaman's eye socket and then fuck his concubine nasty in the ghost cave lol
I love love love what the Martinists do here. God isn't emanating into the world from the Ideal to the Material. The material world is a natural consequence of God engaging in his own reconciliation. Its like some kinda Aristotelian Angelology.
And its cyclical! God is like a nested series of aquarium pumps, constantly circulating and filtering itself, engaging in the constant work of self-correction. They call the process Christ, which is delightfully heretical.
ive been collecting this specific brand of evil, satanic meme-adjacent images with no clear punchline since early 2019 in a folder on my laptop me and my close friends refer to as “the evil memes folder”. here are some of my favorites enjoy
“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”
— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)