Astrofaes Let Life Be Carried Away By Emptiness
snatches of dim phrases appear sometimes like voices at
big distance, when their chorus is united, like light and
shadow. in a damp, misty darkness the round dances of
smouldering lights are whirling and time is twisting
endless spirals. stars are trembling in the eye’s flame,
in the prototype of their essence, and red whirlwinds in
a smouldering sky will embellish the crown of the worlds.
behind the black gates the horizons full of unprecedented
strength, like the deepness of magic mirrors, which the
monks hold in front of themselves.