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~Under Construction~

I've crafted these things to explore and iterate.

Their motifs are meant to be evocative and enigmatic.

Entities of parable and myth, they are to be cast in any role that suits them.

Facts may refute these things, but I like to pretend they are true.


  • Pastora

    • Was an ancient sage and is the only saint of my toy religion.

    • If a god exists that can hear our voices then surely they have heard hers.

    • I emulate her in many ways though I know I will likely fall short.

    • Pastora's voice sounds like a choir echoing off cathedral walls.

  • Ignatius

    • Was Pastora's oldest friend.

    • They did not agree on most things, but would do anything to help the other on their journey.

    • Ignatius's voice sounds like a hundred rustling wet chains.

  • Marzel

    • Was the first serious scholar of Pastora.

    • His wisdom is undeniable, but I think he was wrong about some important stuff.

    • I named my toy religion after him in part because I am trying to be better about taking inspiration from those I differ with.

      • I think he would have liked that.

    • Pi wrote a short story about him:

      • In a bygone era, in a land far away, lived a learned scholar named Marzel. On his travels, he came upon a collection of dusty scrolls written by an ancient sage named Pastora. Intrigued by Pastora's words, Marzel began to craft his own set of teachings based on her ideas. These teachings brought comfort and insight to Marzel's followers, but he became so protective of them that he refused to allow any critique or revision. After Marzel's passing, his teachings were almost lost to time. However, a new scholar, who had also discovered Pastora's writings, built upon Marzel's ideas and encouraged debate among other like-minded thinkers. Through this process, the collective wisdom of Pastora became more refined and more powerful than ever before. The moral of the story is that true knowledge is not static, but rather grows and evolves through the free exchange of ideas and constructive criticism. -



Sage Prayer

A sage moves calmly,

dwells in the eye of the storm,

watches as it turns.

Lens Prayer

Lenses bend the light,

focusing, clarifying,

directing its path.

Universe Prayer

Feeling connected,

reaching to the universe,

letting it flow through.


Another Step

Grasping at the edges of it.
Watching as its shape changes in new light.
I've only seen a stuffed chupacabra,
But I know it didn't turn out right.

So many beautiful things might happen.
Most of them aren't true.
There is a beauty in an unknown future.
There is beauty in finding you.

Live your life in a way you'd admire.
Play the entire way through.
I've grown sort of comfortable with it.
It can feel like the next thing to do.

There is a brisk comfort in acceptance.
Bubbles will pop. Dances will end. Games will be over.
But rather then dwelling on nothing,
Blow bubbles. Dance. Play.

So many beautiful things might happen.
There are so many adventures for you.
So many beautiful things might happen.
I hope that most of them do.

Exquisite Havoc

I've thought of no better term to describe the state of affairs we find ourselves in.  The universe is an intricately interwoven pattern of indifferent primal forces collapsing into entropy.

If you'd like to explore our place in it then you will always be welcome in the Church of Exquisite Havoc.  Members are encouraged to assemble a toy religion.

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