mille hypotheses chymicae de svbterraneis

And herein begins the beginning of the Artist's year long exploration of the great work.

The edict is as follows:

One Thousand Chemical Hypotheses Concerning the Subterranean Realms

A moving storybook of frothing fairy tale imagery culled from the primordial Prima Materia ebbing along the precipices of conscious perception.  Faceless terrifying ecstasies, beyond the confines of identities.  We the Artist, upon first shattering contact with that which is the infinite, cry out to the heavens at the loss of our name.  Flailing against that very wind which bore our spore, that very earth which imbued our veins with rainbow dream-stuff, that very sun who we mimic in our polemic fury.  Thusly:

as above so below

Without any other recourse we, the Artist, begin the trials of the Great Work.  Transmutation of matter.  Complete convergence with the throbbing Godhead.  Anti-Transfiguration. Love.

And as the Artist we are, we begin our journey through careful manipulation of those subtle vibrations.  An exploration of Our chaos in diplomatic fashion.  In so that we can bask in the waves of light and sound and spur on that cosmic gnosis!

as above so below

Despite how still we try to stand, we will vibrate those fluids!