Adept Magus, Ordo Hermes, Bani Ex Miscellanea, ap Merinita
Keeper of a Thousand Tales, Speaker of Legends, Weaver of Dreams
"I can buy myself a reason,
I can sell myself a job.
I can hang myself for treason,
Yeah, I am my own damn god."
-- Modest Mouse
1. Preface
2. Entropy and the Machinations of Fate
3. Entropy and the Decline of systems
4. Entropy and the Domination of the Spheres
5. Entropy and the Illusion of Will
1. ) PREFACE
Within this writing, you will find the musings of a Man. Fallible, opinionated Man. No better or different from any other. A Man that will one day die. Will be forgotten. Will turn to dust in the ground to nourish plants and then animals, and eventually fuel the fire of the inevitable explosion of a star. A Man that will one day exist, in a sense, as nothing more than heat, absorbed and radiated, bouncing amongst the debris of countless universes, collapsing upon each other, burning as they return to the origin of their collective creation.
Nothing more.
This manuscript will not contain answers.
This manuscript will not comfort you.
This manuscript will not answer even its own questions. This Man is not able to see through the veil of reality to the required degree. Its unlikely that the Man ever will. Should that impossibility occur, it will undoubtedly be too busy to revise this document at that time.
This Man will not apologize for this.
2. ) ENTROPY AND THE MACHINATIONS OF FATE
Ars Fati. Entropy. The Art of Change. Of Systems. Of Fate.
What is Fate? Random chance masquerading as a series of otherwise unconnected events? Perceived through the Human and Awakened mind as connected because of their cumulative effects on our lives? Like waves crashing against the shore slowly shaping it to some new configuration. Is it just the tide? We can explain the tide. The gravitational pull from the moon kneads the surface of the water like dough. It comes in, and out. It moves the land and the creatures around. The beach is reshaped, but why? For what purpose? Is there a purpose? Perhaps more importantly, does there need to be a purpose?
Is there a...consciousness, guiding the universe towards unforeseen goals? If so, why? What does it care if a man sleeps through his alarm and is late for work? Does Fate know, that despite the consequences of being late, again, this reality is preferable to the death that would have occurred had the man gotten less sleep, and was pulverized by a semi-truck in his fugue? And if this is the case, does Fate feel offense when the man curses it, because he knows not the alternative? Is it compassion, that guides this being I have posited to do what it does? What morals does this infinitely powerful and seemingly capricious force hold true? And if this reality is preferable, preferable for whom? Does it want to grant this hypothetical man another day on this Earth, a thankless task at best? Or does it wish more time to toy with the man? Unwilling to lose a plaything?
Snow falls upon a mountaintop as a storm rages down upon it. It collects, stacking, upon a single molecule of Water, frozen to a crystalline shape. It, along with countless others summon the strength to hold up trillions of others, all standing together like a pyramid, growing ever upward and out. And then...a change. A failure of the strength of water. Was it the weight? Was it heat, sapping the strength of a snowflake, causing it to give way? A loud report shaking the ground, allowing the structure to become unbalanced, and topple? Or was it Fate, pushing the drift over? It's simple as a being of Will to assume that Fate played a hand in the avalanche that follows. Especially if there is tragedy in its wake. But it is also inevitable. The mountain will not remained unchanged, stagnant, until the stars die in the night sky. A person, an animal, even plant life, is insignificant in the event. It simply will be. Does this being have plans for the shape of the mountain? Is it an immediate effect that is achieved, or something much later, something made possible only because Fate has spent a millennia building and destroying castles of water, feeding rivers to shape the land, carving valleys that will someday shelter animals, and people from the storms that ravage the land nearby? Will there one day be an avalanche that moves so much water to be free from its crystalline prison that the valley floods, and decimates the creatures that call it home?
What chance do these creatures have against such a being? What right does this being have to change the world as it sees fit?
3. ) ENTROPY AND THE DECLINE OF SYSTEMS
Presume, for a moment, that such a creature does not exist. What then, are we left with? The natural laws of the world, as we understand them can be easily slotted into this spot. Metal rusts, because oxygen bonds with the molecules and steals electrons, breaking the metal down, with the expression of heat as it dissolves.
A body rots on the ground. Microbes set about tearing it to pieces. Insects lay eggs in the carcass, bringing about a renewal of the life that had just ended to fuel the creation of another. Animals consume the meat to survive. As the microbes dissolve the body to base fluids, it soaks into the dirt, allowing seeds to take root and flourish. In the end, while its impossible to completely destroy every part of the body, and the universal energies that compose it, it is nonetheless destroyed. Unrecognizable from its previous form. Its...elegant in its horrific totality. Has it always been? Was there a time when bodies were left, untouched upon the ground? Has life evolved to accomplish this task? Chosen to live as a scavenger of the dead, using the resource available to it, and not to simply choose to take nourishment from the sun? All of this is logical. Accepting this is simple. It requires no stretch of the mind to imagine. Is it therefore the best answer? Is that the end of knowledge? Once you have grasped this truth, and accepted it, are you finished?
All of this, forgiving for a moment the conceit that all of these creatures, simple to complex, have not only developed a way to process the remains of the creatures that exist alongside them, but that they have been fortunate enough to have survived the required changes to pass adaptations to their progeny, to say nothing of the inherit dangers of their existence. What is it that drives this behavior? What creature dares to look directly into the face of death, of decay, and chooses to try to consume it? To survive upon it? Whether by conscious thought, or by instinct, all living beings strive for survival. What is it about death that makes them accept it into themselves to survive? And why are they seemingly rewarded for this? How many wondrous and impossible creatures have been lost to this process? Those that adapted to survive one threat, but not another? How would the world have looked had one lineage survived over another?
All these chance occurrences, and this is the result? Beings that inhabit this world, and worlds beyond, have simply been the elite winners of a lottery that all must play? As time progresses, the chances of each individualized instance, each unique creature, becomes infinitesimally smaller. Ever approaching but never quite touching impossibility. Can the being that is known as Fate be therefore ruled out? If a victor is required for every contest, then we sit among the best and greatest beings that have ever existed. The singularly amazing and unlikely creatures that have survived, against all odds, to this point.
I'll let that sink in. Ride a subway, if they still exist. Take a stroll at night through a city center, overburdened with population, drowning in its own filth. Watch as the greatest beings to have ever existed turn a blind eye to the decay of the support systems that their ancestors have built for them. Watch as they ignore the suffering of what should otherwise be their brother. Watch as the beings that you spend all your time with, every moment of every day of your life, go about doing menial tasks. Carving an existence out of the decaying wreckage of the glory that they have inherited. Watch as the cycle repeats on an ever expanding scale. As the creatures you call friends consume the flesh of the dead, break it down and express it as fluids that feed the soil to grow the crops that will accompany their next meal with a light balsamic vinaigrette.
What does this make you? Are you a microbe to interstellar beings, unworthy of notice, or a being that Fate has deemed worthy of its attentions? A man that Fate has deemed will awaken late for work today? Can you convince yourself of that level of importance? Trillions have. It's comforting. Safe.
4. ) ENTROPY AND THE DOMINATION OF THE SPHERES
If any set of creatures can convince themselves of their own importance, who shelter amid the Hubris that they themselves are not only worthy of the universe's attention, but its obedience, it is the Awakened. A microbe, that sets about toiling and consuming, that has the nerve to stand up and demand that the universe reshape itself to it's Will. More on this later.
But when the Magus, the Willworker, tugs at the fabric of reality and marvels as the ripples cause peaks and valleys in the Tellurian that bend and twist in new and exciting ways, what role then, does Entropy play? How does the Magus, or Fate, or the combination, reshape reality around it?
Consider the effect. A Magus, studied in Ars Fati, wishes to affect the outcome of a roll of a single die. The effect is simple. Basic. Elementary. But is it? What is the Willworker controlling? Is it Matter, that displaces the die's mass? Is it Forces, that the air pressure beneath a side of the die is thicker, and slows its momentum? The force of the throw, the original starting position of the die, the distance thrown, the occurrence or lack thereof of objects in the path of the die, all are affecting the outcome. Is the Will of the Magus affecting these other Spheres in subtle ways, as they relate to the die's path? Or is the chance of the die falling upon a certain number inherently encoded into the reality of the die?
At greater levels of understanding, the Magus can speed the effects of the natural systems, causing metal to rust in front of one's very eyes, a body to rot at an accelerated rate. Is this Matter, wrenching the molecules from the metal? Speeding the microbe's Life cycles so that they may feast and breed faster? Or is it simply Time being infused into the object, causing it to pass more quickly.
A Magus can infuse him or herself with a streak of luck, rewarding their efforts when searching for an object of importance? Is this Mind, telling the Magus where to look? Correspondence, moving the object to the place being searched? Or is something grander at work? Does the Will of the worker move through time, affecting the last person who touched the item to drop the object, to place it in a specific place to be found later, or simply to forget to take it with them when they left?
What then does this say of the being that is Fate? If there is a conscious Will at work, what then does the workings of Ars Fati represent? Does the worker command Fate to do their bidding? Is Fate pre-disposed to cooperate with the Magus? Or has Fate been working all this time? Has the machinations of Fate been prodding the Magus towards this moment? Shaping their Mind to assume they have the power over Fate and Chance itself and it will do as the Magus pleases...Happily and ignorantly marching ever forward, along the path Fate has destined them to follow, until they are subsumed into the void, to be returned to the Quintessence that which Prime has constructed them.
5. ) ENTROPY AND THE ILLUSION OF WILL
So, is there such a thing as Fate? Is it an illusion created to explain why tragedy befalls a soul? Is it an unrepentant force that marches ever onward, in spite of the best laid plans? Billions of lives have been spent throughout history, toiling against an outcome that seemed insurmountable. Were the victories always to be, and all struggles were simply for show? A play for the actors to meet out upon the stage of the world? Or were they truly victories? Can there be a victory against the wishes of Fate?
What Machinations, eons in their construction, will a willful and purposed being allow to be dashed against the rocks of failure, because of a single, willful individual, daring to play god? Is freewill simply an illusion, meant to sedate and placate these creatures as they toil and set about doing Fate's work? Or is it a nuisance to be accommodated for, and dealt with? Will there be contingency plans for the designs that Fate has worked to achieve?
Is this even possible to know? If you can know it...to truly know definitively one way or the other...Can one work against that truth, to change it? Is the Will of a Magus, of a Human, of an animal...of a microbe...of any real consequence?
In the end, is all of your work and suffering actually paying off? Or are you a pawn in a larger scheme and simply...
Nothing more.
This manuscript will not answer even its own questions. This Man is not able to see through the veil of reality to the required degree. Its unlikely that the Man ever will. Should that impossibility occur, it will undoubtedly be too busy to revise this document at that time.
This Man will not apologize for this.
2. ) ENTROPY AND THE MACHINATIONS OF FATE
Ars Fati. Entropy. The Art of Change. Of Systems. Of Fate.
What is Fate? Random chance masquerading as a series of otherwise unconnected events? Perceived through the Human and Awakened mind as connected because of their cumulative effects on our lives? Like waves crashing against the shore slowly shaping it to some new configuration. Is it just the tide? We can explain the tide. The gravitational pull from the moon kneads the surface of the water like dough. It comes in, and out. It moves the land and the creatures around. The beach is reshaped, but why? For what purpose? Is there a purpose? Perhaps more importantly, does there need to be a purpose?
Is there a...consciousness, guiding the universe towards unforeseen goals? If so, why? What does it care if a man sleeps through his alarm and is late for work? Does Fate know, that despite the consequences of being late, again, this reality is preferable to the death that would have occurred had the man gotten less sleep, and was pulverized by a semi-truck in his fugue? And if this is the case, does Fate feel offense when the man curses it, because he knows not the alternative? Is it compassion, that guides this being I have posited to do what it does? What morals does this infinitely powerful and seemingly capricious force hold true? And if this reality is preferable, preferable for whom? Does it want to grant this hypothetical man another day on this Earth, a thankless task at best? Or does it wish more time to toy with the man? Unwilling to lose a plaything?
Snow falls upon a mountaintop as a storm rages down upon it. It collects, stacking, upon a single molecule of Water, frozen to a crystalline shape. It, along with countless others summon the strength to hold up trillions of others, all standing together like a pyramid, growing ever upward and out. And then...a change. A failure of the strength of water. Was it the weight? Was it heat, sapping the strength of a snowflake, causing it to give way? A loud report shaking the ground, allowing the structure to become unbalanced, and topple? Or was it Fate, pushing the drift over? It's simple as a being of Will to assume that Fate played a hand in the avalanche that follows. Especially if there is tragedy in its wake. But it is also inevitable. The mountain will not remained unchanged, stagnant, until the stars die in the night sky. A person, an animal, even plant life, is insignificant in the event. It simply will be. Does this being have plans for the shape of the mountain? Is it an immediate effect that is achieved, or something much later, something made possible only because Fate has spent a millennia building and destroying castles of water, feeding rivers to shape the land, carving valleys that will someday shelter animals, and people from the storms that ravage the land nearby? Will there one day be an avalanche that moves so much water to be free from its crystalline prison that the valley floods, and decimates the creatures that call it home?
What chance do these creatures have against such a being? What right does this being have to change the world as it sees fit?
3. ) ENTROPY AND THE DECLINE OF SYSTEMS
Presume, for a moment, that such a creature does not exist. What then, are we left with? The natural laws of the world, as we understand them can be easily slotted into this spot. Metal rusts, because oxygen bonds with the molecules and steals electrons, breaking the metal down, with the expression of heat as it dissolves.
All of this, forgiving for a moment the conceit that all of these creatures, simple to complex, have not only developed a way to process the remains of the creatures that exist alongside them, but that they have been fortunate enough to have survived the required changes to pass adaptations to their progeny, to say nothing of the inherit dangers of their existence. What is it that drives this behavior? What creature dares to look directly into the face of death, of decay, and chooses to try to consume it? To survive upon it? Whether by conscious thought, or by instinct, all living beings strive for survival. What is it about death that makes them accept it into themselves to survive? And why are they seemingly rewarded for this? How many wondrous and impossible creatures have been lost to this process? Those that adapted to survive one threat, but not another? How would the world have looked had one lineage survived over another?
All these chance occurrences, and this is the result? Beings that inhabit this world, and worlds beyond, have simply been the elite winners of a lottery that all must play? As time progresses, the chances of each individualized instance, each unique creature, becomes infinitesimally smaller. Ever approaching but never quite touching impossibility. Can the being that is known as Fate be therefore ruled out? If a victor is required for every contest, then we sit among the best and greatest beings that have ever existed. The singularly amazing and unlikely creatures that have survived, against all odds, to this point.I'll let that sink in. Ride a subway, if they still exist. Take a stroll at night through a city center, overburdened with population, drowning in its own filth. Watch as the greatest beings to have ever existed turn a blind eye to the decay of the support systems that their ancestors have built for them. Watch as they ignore the suffering of what should otherwise be their brother. Watch as the beings that you spend all your time with, every moment of every day of your life, go about doing menial tasks. Carving an existence out of the decaying wreckage of the glory that they have inherited. Watch as the cycle repeats on an ever expanding scale. As the creatures you call friends consume the flesh of the dead, break it down and express it as fluids that feed the soil to grow the crops that will accompany their next meal with a light balsamic vinaigrette.
What does this make you? Are you a microbe to interstellar beings, unworthy of notice, or a being that Fate has deemed worthy of its attentions? A man that Fate has deemed will awaken late for work today? Can you convince yourself of that level of importance? Trillions have. It's comforting. Safe.
4. ) ENTROPY AND THE DOMINATION OF THE SPHERES
If any set of creatures can convince themselves of their own importance, who shelter amid the Hubris that they themselves are not only worthy of the universe's attention, but its obedience, it is the Awakened. A microbe, that sets about toiling and consuming, that has the nerve to stand up and demand that the universe reshape itself to it's Will. More on this later.
But when the Magus, the Willworker, tugs at the fabric of reality and marvels as the ripples cause peaks and valleys in the Tellurian that bend and twist in new and exciting ways, what role then, does Entropy play? How does the Magus, or Fate, or the combination, reshape reality around it?
At greater levels of understanding, the Magus can speed the effects of the natural systems, causing metal to rust in front of one's very eyes, a body to rot at an accelerated rate. Is this Matter, wrenching the molecules from the metal? Speeding the microbe's Life cycles so that they may feast and breed faster? Or is it simply Time being infused into the object, causing it to pass more quickly.
A Magus can infuse him or herself with a streak of luck, rewarding their efforts when searching for an object of importance? Is this Mind, telling the Magus where to look? Correspondence, moving the object to the place being searched? Or is something grander at work? Does the Will of the worker move through time, affecting the last person who touched the item to drop the object, to place it in a specific place to be found later, or simply to forget to take it with them when they left?
What then does this say of the being that is Fate? If there is a conscious Will at work, what then does the workings of Ars Fati represent? Does the worker command Fate to do their bidding? Is Fate pre-disposed to cooperate with the Magus? Or has Fate been working all this time? Has the machinations of Fate been prodding the Magus towards this moment? Shaping their Mind to assume they have the power over Fate and Chance itself and it will do as the Magus pleases...Happily and ignorantly marching ever forward, along the path Fate has destined them to follow, until they are subsumed into the void, to be returned to the Quintessence that which Prime has constructed them.
So, is there such a thing as Fate? Is it an illusion created to explain why tragedy befalls a soul? Is it an unrepentant force that marches ever onward, in spite of the best laid plans? Billions of lives have been spent throughout history, toiling against an outcome that seemed insurmountable. Were the victories always to be, and all struggles were simply for show? A play for the actors to meet out upon the stage of the world? Or were they truly victories? Can there be a victory against the wishes of Fate?
What Machinations, eons in their construction, will a willful and purposed being allow to be dashed against the rocks of failure, because of a single, willful individual, daring to play god? Is freewill simply an illusion, meant to sedate and placate these creatures as they toil and set about doing Fate's work? Or is it a nuisance to be accommodated for, and dealt with? Will there be contingency plans for the designs that Fate has worked to achieve?
Is this even possible to know? If you can know it...to truly know definitively one way or the other...Can one work against that truth, to change it? Is the Will of a Magus, of a Human, of an animal...of a microbe...of any real consequence?
In the end, is all of your work and suffering actually paying off? Or are you a pawn in a larger scheme and simply...
Nothing more.
