Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
The Horned, His Bestiary
Tell now of the Horned, His Bestiary.
Soon told.
For is this not his Book of Beasts, and him the All-Beast? in which is told the likeness of each beast, and kind, and singularity: its life and loves and ways, and life within his life?
For are they not in him, and he in them?
Is his life not in them, and theirs in him?
And does he not delight in them, as they in him?
His the life-in-great, and theirs in-small?
And every birth of them an increase to his being, and every death, diminishment?
And, being beasts ourselves, does not our love go out to them, and so to him?
To him the All-Beast, one-in-many, manyness in one?
Such is the Horned, His Bestiary, the All-Beast's Book of Beasts.
The which, is all our care, and our delight.
Above:
Kyoht Luteman, "Antlered"
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