15th Oct 2011
trans.mute (trns-myt, trnz-)
v.tr.
to change from one form, nature, substance or state to another; transform
15th September 2011
It was exactly 2 years ago that I first experienced the joy of transmutation. I converted gold to brass and called myself an alchemist.
alchemist [ˈælkəmɪst]
n.
a believer that he can change base metal to gold; a seeker of the elixir of life so that the world be rid of all diseases and our aged be restored back unto eternal youth.
You must think me deluded. An alchemist? Not only did I not turn metal into gold but I did quite the reverse.
And there was more destruction, maybe even death.
What Elixir of Life?
Aged unto Youth?
But wait....
But wait....
This year I learnt this....
I learnt how in death there can be life
and see how in decay, there can be beauty.
Perhaps there really is less death and destruction
than death and transmutation, as Edward Teale said
If Nature denies eternity to beings, it follows that their destruction is one of her laws. Now once we observe that destruction is so useful to her that she absolutely cannot dispense with it....from this moment onward the idea of annihilation which we attach to death ceases to be real....what we call the end of the living animal is no longer a true finis, but a simple transformation, a transmutation of matter. According to these irrefutable principles, death is hence no more than a change of form, an imperceptible passage from one existence into another.
.....................Marquis de Sade: Dolmance, in Philosophy in the Bedroom, "Dialogue the Fifth: Yet Another Effort, Frenchmen, If You Would Become Republicans (1795)
I dedicate this to my wonderful friends, especially those who were here in the past year, constantly telling me how they could see the beauty in my decay.
Thank you too the 365 people who follow my blog. My silent companions, some of you. I appreciate you no less.