I’m starting here, by being meta, because this is the only way the rest gets built.

This site is built upon nine pages, each echoing a universal pattern: the same rhythm found in myth, in the body, and in every living system. For man, like nature, unfolds in cycles. And it is from contradiction that we draw meaning, as the seed draws strength from the tension between darkness and light.

To see, to study, and to name these patterns is not mere philosophy. It is preparation for freedom: freedom from the past, from the compulsions of extreme fear, and from the weary habit of acting without faith in love’s unfolding design.

Because things are falling apart. They’ve always been. The bonds by which we relate, the labors by which we build, and the mirrors by which we come to know ourselves all now strain beneath invisible weight. This pressure wears new names: the flattening spread of globalization, the clamor of algorithmic chambers, the withering of the earth, the tremble of unstable markets, the quiet ache of the spirit disguised as crisis of the mind...

We are not condemned. But neither are we excused. We are in need of better stories — not louder ones, nor merely more refined, but truer. Stories that do not entertain the mind alone, but instruct the soul.

This page is symbolized by 🜍 Antimony. The wild metal. The purgative. In old alchemical texts, Antimony was used to cleanse the body before the Great Work could begin. In this context, it purifies the mind, burning off distortion before transmission. This is the page where the spiral turns back on itself. Where clarity must survive contradiction. Where structure becomes honest.

To write this is to meet the mirror. To ask myself, not what I know, but what I’ve tried not to see. Before I can offer gold 🜞, I have to name the wolf 🜍.

I belong to a lineage of minds programmed to notice the architecture of meaning, to seriously question the tales we inherit, and to tend the ones we live by. For the narratives we carry become the thoughts we repeat, the emotions we endure, and the choices we defend.

This structure you see is the scaffolding of my brain made visible. Like all Great Works, it is a unique blend of personal and universal, designed to both surprise and resonate. I do not create it for beauty, though I want it to echo the beautiful. I build it because it works. Because pattern, once seen, can set you free. I free myself as I create, and I want to free others through my creations.

If we are to survive — not only in body, but in relation and in spirit — we must learn once more to think in layers, to see beneath the surface, to make sense of what insists on happening.

This page is my compass. My act of remembering. And from this remembering, I build. Perhaps you, too, have been carrying a pattern. Unnamed, half-formed, waiting for its shape. If so, may this be a signal of alignment. Begin where you are. The architecture is already within you.