What if they don’t want to fall back to the familiar, but to rise above it, keeping only what was essential (the essential being the unknown strange that nothing familiar fully resembles, but merely shadows), nihilating all that conflicts with essential, creating new in alignment with essential—in alignment with all who are in alignment with essential—even in alignment with what is essential in what was left behind, in hopes it will catch up?
then at those times the familiar reversed course and in their view the familiar and the familial coalesce , in fact reversing polarity and one never really knows what’s up, or down ,
Generating such a strong balm that only could be had in a centrifuge,
This smells like yes, perfection is a necessary feature of life, but real living eater chooses the slightly imperfect, for such contrivance as a uniform ideal would transcend instead a nobility of an Iron Maiden, men would despair of the fear of leaving.