Apollonian and Dionysian (Part 3 of 3)

Apollo, god of light, moderation, dream, vision, purpose

Dionysus, god of wine, wild abandon, release from fabricated and plastic ideals

Light cannot be without dark

Creation cannot exist without destruction

Love lacks depth if there is no hate

Fruits of peace grow rotten without war

Man cannot create lasting purposes if he fails to confront purposelessness

If life truly has no purpose then one should surrender and kneel before Dionysus

We must not build visions that attempt to degrade or snuff out Dionysian truths

Man must first embrace and explore the depths of nature both animate and inanimate

The human being must develop a finely tuned and objective observation of his uncaring God

Only upon our experience and understanding of Dionysus can we begin to approach Apollo

Modern man holds on to crude Apollonian visions despite his increasing knowledge of the Dionysian

The human being has forced himself into a mediocre state or a type of purgatory

He is unable to fully explore and embrace the depths of Dionysus because his comic Apollonian visions suppress or forbid him from doing so

Our stunted almost retarded Apollonian visions must be completely destroyed

Apollonian visions, light, purpose, meaning, motivation, employment of both energy and moderation, can only be recreated from a genuine and deeply felt understanding of the Dionysian

We must face and embrace the Abyss to pull ourselves out and into the light

Dionysus — (part 1 of 3)

Long black fine hair trickling down the pale naked back

all the way down the spine to where the perfect tight curves begin

Sheer black stockings hugging the sculpted legs rising up seemingly forever

from the black high heels to the creamy firm thighs

Dark red wine flows through the veins and into the brain

Rare dripping bloody meat topped with dark raspberry red reduction sauce

Teeth tear the flesh and the tongue slowly licks raspberry flavored blood from the lips

Trance sounds enter the ears and spread throughout every corner of the nervous system

Panther eyes hone in on the curves – calves, ass, hips, breasts, lips, the neck meeting the shoulders, black long fine hair dangling amongst the curves

White powder delivered on a glass plate inhaled with the smells of fire, sweat, perfume, lust, passion, sex

Armor is polished, spear is sharpened, the horse is prepared — off he goes to plunge his shining silver spear deep into the fucking guts of his foe ripping them out for the buzzards’ twilight meal.  To the victor go the spoils.