The Newtown Pentacle

Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi

searing gusts

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– photo by Mitch Waxman

That which does not think nor breathe yet instead hungers, a malign intelligence which cannot possibly exist yet nevertheless stares down upon the world of men from the apex of the Megalith, sits upon what can only be called a Hlidskjalf.

Odin had one, a chair set upon the highest peak from which he would dispatch his all seeing ravens- Huginn and Muninn– to spy upon men and report tales of mortal vanity and sin back to his “high seat”.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

A feverish and singular eye gazes down from its sapphire high seat, its vantage affording it the 53rd highest point of view available in New York City.

Your humble narrator maintains a vast cadre of whistle blowers, neighborhood cranks, idle laborers, low level government workers, and casual informants in the prosecution of this blog. Reports returned from this network who have witnessed the tableau laid before them from atop floors of the Megalith are tantalizing.

One might see the Battery and Hell Gate, Brooklyn’s East River and its Jamaica Bay coastlines, and every bridge to Manhattan for the price of turning ones head from up there- or so I am told.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

That behemoth which cannot possibly lurk there, squatting diabolically atop the highest point on Long Island as it searches the land below for rapacious profit, what can it know about the human world it gazes upon? Can it understand individuality, and environment, or does it just see numbers?

Were such an impossibility to exist, would it believe itself to be some sort of god as Odin did- an undying and omnipresent entity served globally by a growing and humorless army of mortal acolytes?

– photo by Mitch Waxman

All this is idle speculation, of course?

Written by Mitch Waxman

September 13, 2011 at 1:29 am

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  1. but maybe hidden t the summit awaits the legendary Gerðr?


    September 13, 2011 at 8:17 am

  2. It is what I like to refer to as the Great Machine God. A diety conceived and constructed by gnostic men and worshipped by acolytes who believe the Machine God can impose order in the cosmos through binary logic. As our elder’s generation believed in the work of their hands and accounted wealth in the physical possessions of gold and land, these new acolytes are rewarded for their devotions in virtual wealth accounted only by electrons pulsing through the copper wire veins of their god.

    Thus through the lure of easy virtual wealth (one can accumultate much land and livestock in “Farmville”) the Great Machine God has sedduced it’s way into all aspects of the world of men and will reward it’s believers in electrons until such time as someone pulls the plug on it and all their electrons dissapate. So long cashless economy and bye bye Farmville!

    I am indeed possessed of a strange mood today.


    September 19, 2011 at 5:02 pm

  3. […] and out of character with its surroundings, the Megalith is the tallest structure on Long Island, and 53rd highest building in New York City- if […]

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