We think of a time when the land was overgrown with mystery. Where borders were the liminal zones, not lines demarcating territories. We think of a time when we understood less, more darkness than day. Where we projected our shivering ignorance back onto the world. We see it stare back at us through the forest at night with grinning eyes. We see a wilderness that hunted us back.

We see the omnipresence of dark matter permeating inward and extending infinitely outward, we see the vastness of non-functional DNA stirring deep within ourselves, we see the shadow of the ego evade our calipers. We think of scientists, methodically raging against the terrors of the unknown, only to reveal new and more harrowing unknowns. Science, not in the service of knowledge, but science in the service of the Mysteries.

We perform rituals to re-instill our fears of cosmic forces; makes us minuscule.

We scrape incoherent symbols into the soft tissue of our minds; makes us frail.

We let the insects consume us bite by bite; makes us hollow.

We close our eyes and relax ourselves into being pulled beneath the surface. Yes, yes! drown us in your lake.