Beauty

They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder…

I’d say the same can be applied for music, particularly extreme ones, breeding in the hateful; depressed; frustrated caverns of the underground…

…where beauty is as foul as the bloodied excrement that painted a pentacle on the wooden altar of my choosing…

Offerings

In this joyful pagan feast, let us rejoice and make our offerings to those that sustain…

The son, the father, and the beautiful offering…

Wonderful Views XIX

Somebody Told Me Once

Somebody told me once to tilt my head to the left, whenever I see a crescent moon. Said I could possibly see the master’s shadow, somewhere in the crescent horns… All the years of trying, I could never set sight on the shadow, no matter how much I squinted my eyes. 

I wonder sometimes, why the crescent moon is adopted as a symbol for a monotheistic religion? I suppose the master has many more facets and faces than I care to or could have understand?