1a - The Abyss
What greater phenomenon to be observed but magic and miracles? Look around and tell me one thing that isn't magic or a miracle! No, think harder! Dig beyond the surface, Use your tools of rationality and get to the very bottom! Dig, dig, dig, and thud! You've hit it. There's the magic. Unable to be explained, undefined, only able to be comprehended -- the stuff of wisdom. At the end of inquiry lies the poets' object. But look here, the weirdest phenomenon! I am both poet and thing. I am composed of magic and miracles like any rock or any tree, but we find something further gifted (or cursed) to me; I am a poet! I am able to see in myself the magic and miracles; I can feel and comprehend it. I can see with crystal clarity that realm where our explanatory tools fall impotent; where structure ends, where structure is lost, where instead we find deep, black, endless depths, into which we may stare and phantom figures may rise and dance, commanding o...