|My latest FIMO creation - (red) Lord Set; so appropriate for this chapter|
Truth lies on the hearts and tongues of men. Speak and live. You are creator and creation. Your life is craft, your supple body molded by word, sculpted by desire, fired by deed. You poise yourself between life and fate, the will of men and the will of gods. In the beat of a heart, the suck of breath, you are the Universe. Making. Making. Making.
In those moments of silence when desire and will are stilled, I know the purpose gods know.
All existence is the measure between light and dark, bees and serpents, wind and fire. I love the scorpion, yet I know its poisonous sting. To live in harmony is a beginning.
What can be named can be known, what can not be named must be lived, believed. I speak of the creator and the creation, the ordinary life lived extraordinarily.
There is no rest. The act is now. As long as you live you will create life. You will rise and fall many times. It is like the making of a good loaf of bread. You will be nourished.