Birth is a spoke-fellow of death, as is profit the harbinger to ruin; success to failure.
Turn the wheel does, with the inexorable energy of the cosmos, the vast sucking power of the black stars.

The power of it is felt in the bones and the fibers as they grind, stretch, tear, grow. The pain of its turning is also the flow of ecstasy. The movement of things that hurt and things that please, the ever going and coming of things, the dynamics and form and shape of existence is made manifest by its turning.

This is where the power comes from, where the dying and the birthing; the grave and the swaddling clothes, the womb and the cock. The furious, unfathomable, unstoppable wheel is all.

It is the beautiful muse which speaks to us in the velvet dark of our own genius and ineptitude. It forces upon us reams of shitty words, and horrible paintings and transcendent beauty.

The wheel turns, and all are raised up and driven into ruin. The wheel turns and Suns and time circle great wells of destruction to be vomited back into……….. What?

All are creatures of destruction, all things seen and unseen are products of fusing and tearing and melting and pressing and expanding. To know God is to know that we are all the bones of stars set in motion by destruction. To know God is to know that existence is the bastard child of suns raped by time and gravity; The wheel-sperm spewed upon the surface of time like so much semen on a black sparkly prom dress.

For all reflects the wheel. All reflects the motion and the grinding and the lifting and the falling.

Humanity is right. There is a fate, a cosmic plan, an existence after. After the appointed time and appointed reincarnations, the molecules in our flesh bags who may or may not remember the countless forms of themselves will circle a black star. The power will be felt in their cohesive bonds and electrons, and they will be compressed, torn, fused, made singular. The wheel did-turn-is-turned-will turn and they have-are-will circle great wells of destruction to be vomited back into…… What?

Oh yes, God has a plan for you.

The wheel turns, does it not? What more proof do you require?