Cross the Abyss?
by Fenwick Rysen
What is it with all this "What is the abyss?" stuff, eh?
I don't beLIEve in the Abyss, and I suspect that the feeling is mutual and
that the Abyss chooses not to beLIEve in me.
If I cross the street, is that any less important or significant than
crossing the abyss, whatever it is? I was on this side, and now I'm on
that side, and such is my will. Q:"Why did Fenwick cross the road?"
A:"Five tons of flax."
I crossed the Abyss once, and then realized it wasn't the Abyss I'd
crossed---it was a black ribbon stretched to infinity in either direction,
and separated the world in two, and bridging it was a golden path filled
with laughing children. On the opposite side glowed white lights that
beckoned me to join them: *WALK* they flashed... *WALK* *WALK* *WALK* and
so I walked. *DON'T WALK* *DON'T WALK* *DON'T WALK* and so I stopped.
The whole mess about the abyss is too transcendent for me; I don't beLIEve
in transcendentalism. I'm much more pragmatic about my magick; ever the
kitchen witch. Can I feel my magick, see my magick, taste my magick? Yes?
Then that's the way I like it. If I'm looking for enlightenment or
transcendental experiences, I don't look to magick---I look to friends and
family. My lover, my friends, my family all teach me more about life,
magick, and enlightenment than sitting alone in a dark room attempting to
cross or master some ephemeral "Abyss" ever has.
There is no such thing as the Abyss, and crossing it was wondrous.
"If you gaze into the abyss, then the abyss also gazes into you"
Sorry... Just a long and probably meaningless (possibly extremely lucid)
rant brought on by a very good glass (or three) of Merlot and a cat purring
contentedly in my lap. Abyss Schmabyss; fuck it all. Talk about it all
you want, you'll just be blowing wind. Words words words...