A good friend from my first ‘college years’ — was taken aback by my use of alchemist as a job descriptor — she was right — not for the reasons of the ‘science’ false dualism — rather an alchemist has laboratory precision — and does not lose his lids
He may happily blow his lids — For what modern human does not have multiple heads? A multiplicity of tops, stacks, and the preindustrial ‘minds’ to blow?
If you don’t believe me let’s ask Adam — Adam are you the same human being you were then? — Are any of you the same hairless bonobo as you were in 2017? — If you answer yes then you may have exceeded the safe number of lids blown per quinquennial
Another alchemist I know — told me how the medicine people would drive a pole into the ground and tie a toad to it — as a way of settling down — letting the toad walk the world bringing messages back from far and wide
The danger? Deep time beasts replicate ferociously — here’s one manifestation of the toad we let loose whenever we settle down — he brought back such marvelous and confounding stories
A perfect alchemical illustration —- Does the Queen of Disks start the story? End the story? Or exist in parallel to the pretty little narratives we are telling each other?
You call humans "hairless bonobos." That is very insulting to bonobos.