by practicalspactical

I am a gunsmith, forging the gun and the bullet of my own destruction — we are all flower-gunsmiths, hiding our bullets beneath our petals, always containing our own ends, always becoming, always becoming something else. I am a gunsmith, and I am crafting my gun

— (The Greeks called it entelechy – I am my own cause, I am my own cause, I am the infinite becoming, Naraja Shiva dancing, tapping my foot against the gnome of ignorance.)