Mind of Moog

Once fire was naught but burning. Abstraction found it capable of holding. Through reduction, man sought new control, unmindful of the weight upon his soul; And it was then that the gods absconded, to roost in Olympian obscurity. Abstraction bound Prometheus to his rock, endlessly devoured by a world made recurrent.

Nature is one great forgetting and remembering scythe harvesting and sowing simultaneously.   Force rising through absence, overfilling and disappearing at once.   Yet the business of reality remains recollection of life from memory.   Longing for presence and seeking the past, the human present never seems to last.