There are certain moments where every seemingly disjointed experience in our lives seems to converge on a singular point by providence, in the absence of any causal coordination. There is no such thing as an accident; only acausal concurrence in time. It cannot be forcefully sought; it gradually unfolds and reveals itself by experiences throughout the course of our lives. It begins with a reflection; certain pieces of media, a passerby’s conversation, graffiti on the walls that seem to speak specifically to your own internal state and situation—as if a story were pre-planned, in the process of being written, co-authored by I, the character within. The experience is not just localized to myself; I am but one champion within a collective archetype at the current time. The entrance to the rhizome is art. A sudden glimpse at the κάτοπτρον; the symbols on the canvas coalesce into a magnificent, whole painting.
All who travel are connected by a chain. When the center holds and expands, each of us encounters another, further up. It is our responsibility to place another upon our position on the chain in turn. There are many paths, false alephs, but only one leads to Zadith, & the lapis exilis.