I seem to be against all institutionalised, ritualised, and mediated forms of religion.
and yet,
“G*d” is a Pythagorean cup for everything I don’t understand
I’ve been given an endless supply of this ambrosia
and then,
When rising toward in-sight
I become flushed
—animasuri’22
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the three visuals of seemingly “antique plates” were created in the liminality between text and tech: artificially with craiyon by using the above humanly-composed poem as input. Of the latter, and preceding feeding it to craiyon, the first line was perversely, yet with a human in the loop, substituted with a paraphrased version, artificially iterated with quillbot .