Post by Dr. D-Resperatation on Jul 17, 2006 18:12:42 GMT -5
I once met a man named Frierich Nietzche, who was sick and confused. I was higher then time, matter, and pain, but he braught me down, and I dont know what happened after that.
I only remember being horified. And crying. I remeber seeing all sorts of funny faces on walls, and contemplating the physical aspect of my self. THe collor purpul, blue corderoiez, dieing, and hearing saing to one guy, "begoten not made" and seeing girls with remorce. Oh God. Then I spit, to reinforce my outside and inside deferentiation of reality onto a microwave from my bunkbed and went outside to smoke a cammel rubber ciggerett, while I listend to bable about cars and things.
So latter I started to study his books trying to figrure out what happened, and basically he made fun of Jesus Christ and mocked priests, budists, monks, and just about anyone with hope and dreams. Books are aquairian, according to Amir Fatir, so, the two twin brothers of the mind that are active in breaking down words and putting them back togeather into meaning are interacting with a lot of sensory things in words, which ALLAH knows carry meaning in sound sight, so when you read a book, (I read the Qu'ran in Arabic and understood the book) you are breathing and giving life to its vanity. The vanity of Authers, who propose to understand and yet fell the compusion to share the fleeting understanding of things, which all change and change, circles and shapes.
Eventually I learned that the mutual antagonism of Dionesius and Appallo, (greek gods, who Nietzche claimed represented artistic impulses in man's, or life's, search and need for illusion) were not where it was at. But by this time I comanded an unholy army of monkeys. I also was fixated on arts that were concerned with the illness of life. The only thing that I took away of value was a perspective on Wu Tang.
"The Pain of the track wont deny that I'm the master", which I took to be an apolinian mastery of apperence and order and light, of pain and dyonesian sorrow. As it were, Killah is more akin to a famed Taoist who played a famed harp made of a famed tree, which sang of war and joy with the voices of nature, reflecting that the techinque is not knowing differentiation from the song. I got this from the Book of Tea, an eccentric book that is green on the cover.
But, so the perspective I contracted from a dead man named Freidreich Nietzche, was deep rooted illness and more dangerous then hatred is the wor. The Terror of Existence, where existence is really a miracle beyond compare, a phrase that I took from a book called, "The Birth of Tragedy", shook me up. One ting i do recall is hearing The Liquid Sword verces in my mind at a very fast rate. I dont tink dat the GZA was sharper then the pain my mental track that night, and so, "whiches warlocks, and holy ghosts," were words and things in a vain vail of terror. Sometimes I think that I sparked Terrorism that night that way. But everything happes for a reason. My Puerto Rican Butter Pican girl "friend" was in the room that night and i do remember her. I do remember just bablling words, such as, "argon, freon, Be Gone" (from Grave diggaz), but fast.
I dont know weather I stoped dreaming to stop her from worrying for me or weather I accepted the dream of a girl who cared for me for other reasons, but in any event , i know that
1. Grand Masters of CHi KUng have the brain masterd beyond the domain of the devil, so this mental mall function is beyond the mind of fucking any thing, but yet within the domain of science.
2. In accepting her reailty and compassion, I wall sparking Karma againg and she and me would be forever in time in the domain of that which we were allaying.
Every culture has a way of throwing the children away so as to deomnstate to them that self is self. Weathe it be payote, or college, society finds a way to teach indepence shatter the illusion of instituions. But afterword we are xpected to master upkeep reality.
The worst part of the night involved me calling up the only person in the world wo does not exist independent of myself, my dad, right cause I am flesh and blood. He didnt know what to say. Cats in the cradle. Time, and being. Sons of man. He wound up asking if I was on drugs and then told me to get back to bussiness so i died and hung up the phone.
I wonder what the significance of that night was cosmicly. But later I read some different books and had different experiences of philosophical and cathistrophical relevencey.
I watched "Fear and Loathing in Las Vages". That move reenforced in my mind that like Jhony Depp, like Hunter S. Thompson, (Ganzo JOurnalizm), like Ken Kessy, with the Electric Coolaid Acid Test, certain artists knew what Nietzche had been writing was correct. So I followed on an existentialist type of path. THere is a pivial scene in "Fear and Loathing in Las Vages", where he questions the actuality of heavnly grace in weighing the notion of weather or not there is someone somewhere (HUNAB KU- one giver of movement and measure) guarding the LIGHT.
Then my mind changed when i saw GOD shineing, comming out of a college dorm on a day with a rainbow shining in the same panoroama as the night that I smoked a rubber cammel. A security guard named Morris explained that where the rainbow is visible, there is a second one also to be seen, but all I took was I need to purify my life so I can rep like that black guy. I rember feeling pathetic in size 16 polo carpetner pants and a yellow nautica sweater.
But I didnt get right into chi gung as i shall. I had "The Secrets of Chinese QiGong" in my dorm. Instead i fucked with these books about dreams and reality and shaping your dreams for the new fifth son that is evolving, so I took two books with me to mexico along with a Qi Gong Book, pretending that modern mexico is old Teotiuacan, which was claimed in this book called, Beyond Fear.
It was decent book, i read it, and i heard them talking saying you are a son, light, and your dreams they create reality. But it played on my ego as a mexican, cause I was trying to relate to some true and living mexican gods, when really it was a girl who was writing. AH the book was about a teaching of a fool name MIgueal who teaches not to do the knowlege, but to believe. He enetered volcanos, and dreempt of going inot pryimids, which brings me to my end of voume 1.
I want to continue this sory because it has relevence to a lot of things I have seen happen.
There is a differnce between this guy Migueal Ruiz dreaming of instruction from inside a pyrimid, and the likes of Gza and Jedi MInd Tricks studying the geometric science of hyroglifics.
I remember reading Friedrich Nietzche's writing say, "you should not steal from a man when you can rob him" suggesting a fight for truth and a ruthlessness of mentality. This I conected with B.O.B.B.Y. digiatal saying, "run up an pick, a crab lock" hit the stash dudu, and such, and thinking yea that probably was a mental retorical rebutal against the way Nietzche deals with inequality, but, another reference to the Birth of Tragedy in HIp HOp comes from PRINCE PAUL"S Prince Amonst THieves on a song inwhich a hustler is passsing a way
THe beet on the song by the way is the shit,
it goes, "your better off dead, thats what some body said, now hold you head cause im only playen, never prayed before..."
It's a surprizing litterary illusion, both this and the one by bobby THe RZA digi, and in order to back track it, I must explain, that Nietzche's the birth of tragedy deals with life it self a teriffying, existence as tragic, and refers to a "myth of sysaphis", in which a greek king is told by a half goat, "dyonesian" demi god that the best thing for man is never to have been, never to have been born, and the second best to die soon".
I Think--- and I am just a week minded philosopher, that my apprehention of Nietzche's portrayal of the pain of life, was an encounter with a looooong stain of agony that is stored in the COLECTIVE UNCONCIOUS, of humanity, and that can conect very easily with YACUB, and think about how much pain you Cradle to the Gravers have invested in trying to root out our fucked upness.
I want to say that GZA has allready probably before i started jerking off joystick and sega, handeled this heavy mental, but I want to expliain my self anyway,
He said, EVERYTHING I THOUGHT OF, I SAW IT HAPPEN. THEN I ROSE FROM THE SOIL TO SUN BLACK IN,
That is where I was, everything i was thinking of I was seeing it happen. And I dont remember anything before reading Nietzche's book except leaving my friends room, next thing i know im seeeing Nietzche, thorught his book just denying mercy.
I can depict it like an actual event, because other artists have manifested the event, to whit, a girl from Denmark or Luxenberg told me about it, RAMSTEIN a guy from them sits on stage and just goes NINE, NINE, NINE, meaning no. THats what I saw, which is just one example of the baddness that is set inplace when one denies compasion, because that is what it was. And i dont speak germain, but i saw the stuborn man just saying to compassion, (the only giving according to the queen ALLeia) NO. and I remember it. And it shook my bonez.
What makes this actally important is that, I learned from this that there is a space in out mentemple where these mental scars heal and stay, and I was there, but I know my reaction was not as it could of been had i been trained in compasion through time and trial.
I know that event is plugged in the mental of humanity, because it shocked me into seeing all the calamities of men who failed to submit, which made me in earlyer threads want to ask about the fallen angel IBLIS from the QU'ran.
Real funny thing is one night, i oppened another Nietzche book, "thus spoke zarathustra", and found a segment called,
The Uglyest Man
in which the Zarathustara, a young guy, finds an ugly man who says, "you saw me" "if it was not you, who saw me then who" and says, "it was your shame that spared me compassion" or some thing close to that, and it was like hay now, cause it was almost like he was addressing me.
And i know that is a big statement, cause a lot of readers have built upon (not realy built but, acted upon) Nietzche's perspective, "overman", Not hitler, but recall that book I put up a while back where in the OMNIVERSE, in this book Aztecs are fighting to prevent a future holicost in a diferent place in time that is somehow conected, this, and the thought just came is another kind of waveleanght of art that mutually manifested. FUCK
but I'm prety sure that even though i read it after it happened, and even though Nietzches reflection came before I was born,
He was talking to the me that saw him that night in a place that trancends 6, and 6, where you have to understand 6. Ghosteface is killer though cause he ran the dark ages, but,
yeah im pretty sure that this is all tighly woven, because NIetzche and me both know what he is refering to in that zarathustra part about it was your shame that made you look away, but
It was my shame that made me not allow my self to show the love, you know the understanding, of one who willingly severs that concetion ALL AH makes in I gueess moving with the cypher
Cause i rember the universal pause, and that moment of receptiveity, but, and I am admiting it to you elders for the sake of wisdom, cause I remember feeling bad for beeing too late, and wanting to bow and repent, but feeling it was too late, lacking the wiliingnes to fall. Having allredy fallen.
It's intersting that the next thing I know it was not life that was sparking, or compasion that was with me, but the computer moniter's screansaver and I am suposed to be back in the real world.
This all culminates when a death metal band comes to a house im staying at couple weeks ago, and we talke about pantera and death and stuff and I tell them, cause I know Neitzches's thought strand must conect with thier mental timline, about Dyonsian and Apolinian antagonism, and the dude is real intersted, but acts like he never heard of NIETZCHE.
This happens on a night where the universe is real responcive the moon was at like 3/4's, and the leave and leave behind their c.d. and i find it on the counter called,
THe Catastrophy of Creation-- (checkitout "heldunderatmyspace)and it's like the whole thing revisited.
Imediatly the phone ringz and it's flesh of my flesh, my dad with love as another word for revenge asking me whats up, because now I am faceing, and suposed to answere for what i asked him to answer for, that neverending whele of creation, to live is to suffer.
I was like PEACE PEACE
So
the univerce is a self balancing scale, and I know JOHNY GEMINI deeply what you are talking about when you refer to our reched planet and how germs and words are coralitive, but I think we
allways have that ability to turn the positive coin, cause you can listen to the most demonic shit, you know as long as you hold to your guns with positive faith, like the led zeplin song goes, there lies a lady we all know who shines white light and wants to show how everything still turns to GOLD--
I watched the exersist once on acid and my buddy was jumping off the floor but i was like keep the faith and it didint bother me.
But I think yall can see where I am with this, cause I was once the time master at 64, and I think, its funny what JOSE ARGULES has going with the dreamspell cause we can change the past throught the prestent,
IN the time before, we climed abord the dinosaour said Killah PRiest, and I had a dream where i jumped oof into the gravel pit and fond one of those dynosooudrs with the long bone projecting from the back of their head, and it trigggered like real instinctual thumping of my reptilian complex, and they are changing the name of dinosaurs so i thing underground rhymes can change the formation of the bones of our pre historic ansestors, ALLAH
and I think that dude might be onto some whith with his study of time because,
He talkes a bout mathatmaTICAL corilations between the numbers of the book of revilations and other books of prophisy, how 144,000 is a reaccuring number and the places where it turns up in the bible coalate to specific points in his templates of historty.. have more precice and pointyent brains then i do,
so let me know what you think, by the way
I once was really depressed and recalled a verce from the Qu'ran that says, apointed above every knower is one with more knowlege, so I want to bed praying to one in particular, noone here, and i dreampt that night of holding the rainbow collers like hodking that mater = light times f or whatever equasion in its pureset form, I was holding a rainbow, and my dreams can be reallly real somtimes, and i remeber sharing it with my cousin
SO even though GZA the geiuis whose dick i am presently on, said
MY NIGHT IS THE SAME AS DAY, I think Argules might have harnessed a way to realize the illusion of maya in a healing way, you know, and realilze the real unity, of our trancesndence beyond language and words and butterflies wiht the designs of zebras, and such.
Just my thoughts
PEACE
"THe Catastr
The famed vail of Maya, from India.
I only remember being horified. And crying. I remeber seeing all sorts of funny faces on walls, and contemplating the physical aspect of my self. THe collor purpul, blue corderoiez, dieing, and hearing saing to one guy, "begoten not made" and seeing girls with remorce. Oh God. Then I spit, to reinforce my outside and inside deferentiation of reality onto a microwave from my bunkbed and went outside to smoke a cammel rubber ciggerett, while I listend to bable about cars and things.
So latter I started to study his books trying to figrure out what happened, and basically he made fun of Jesus Christ and mocked priests, budists, monks, and just about anyone with hope and dreams. Books are aquairian, according to Amir Fatir, so, the two twin brothers of the mind that are active in breaking down words and putting them back togeather into meaning are interacting with a lot of sensory things in words, which ALLAH knows carry meaning in sound sight, so when you read a book, (I read the Qu'ran in Arabic and understood the book) you are breathing and giving life to its vanity. The vanity of Authers, who propose to understand and yet fell the compusion to share the fleeting understanding of things, which all change and change, circles and shapes.
Eventually I learned that the mutual antagonism of Dionesius and Appallo, (greek gods, who Nietzche claimed represented artistic impulses in man's, or life's, search and need for illusion) were not where it was at. But by this time I comanded an unholy army of monkeys. I also was fixated on arts that were concerned with the illness of life. The only thing that I took away of value was a perspective on Wu Tang.
"The Pain of the track wont deny that I'm the master", which I took to be an apolinian mastery of apperence and order and light, of pain and dyonesian sorrow. As it were, Killah is more akin to a famed Taoist who played a famed harp made of a famed tree, which sang of war and joy with the voices of nature, reflecting that the techinque is not knowing differentiation from the song. I got this from the Book of Tea, an eccentric book that is green on the cover.
But, so the perspective I contracted from a dead man named Freidreich Nietzche, was deep rooted illness and more dangerous then hatred is the wor. The Terror of Existence, where existence is really a miracle beyond compare, a phrase that I took from a book called, "The Birth of Tragedy", shook me up. One ting i do recall is hearing The Liquid Sword verces in my mind at a very fast rate. I dont tink dat the GZA was sharper then the pain my mental track that night, and so, "whiches warlocks, and holy ghosts," were words and things in a vain vail of terror. Sometimes I think that I sparked Terrorism that night that way. But everything happes for a reason. My Puerto Rican Butter Pican girl "friend" was in the room that night and i do remember her. I do remember just bablling words, such as, "argon, freon, Be Gone" (from Grave diggaz), but fast.
I dont know weather I stoped dreaming to stop her from worrying for me or weather I accepted the dream of a girl who cared for me for other reasons, but in any event , i know that
1. Grand Masters of CHi KUng have the brain masterd beyond the domain of the devil, so this mental mall function is beyond the mind of fucking any thing, but yet within the domain of science.
2. In accepting her reailty and compassion, I wall sparking Karma againg and she and me would be forever in time in the domain of that which we were allaying.
Every culture has a way of throwing the children away so as to deomnstate to them that self is self. Weathe it be payote, or college, society finds a way to teach indepence shatter the illusion of instituions. But afterword we are xpected to master upkeep reality.
The worst part of the night involved me calling up the only person in the world wo does not exist independent of myself, my dad, right cause I am flesh and blood. He didnt know what to say. Cats in the cradle. Time, and being. Sons of man. He wound up asking if I was on drugs and then told me to get back to bussiness so i died and hung up the phone.
I wonder what the significance of that night was cosmicly. But later I read some different books and had different experiences of philosophical and cathistrophical relevencey.
I watched "Fear and Loathing in Las Vages". That move reenforced in my mind that like Jhony Depp, like Hunter S. Thompson, (Ganzo JOurnalizm), like Ken Kessy, with the Electric Coolaid Acid Test, certain artists knew what Nietzche had been writing was correct. So I followed on an existentialist type of path. THere is a pivial scene in "Fear and Loathing in Las Vages", where he questions the actuality of heavnly grace in weighing the notion of weather or not there is someone somewhere (HUNAB KU- one giver of movement and measure) guarding the LIGHT.
Then my mind changed when i saw GOD shineing, comming out of a college dorm on a day with a rainbow shining in the same panoroama as the night that I smoked a rubber cammel. A security guard named Morris explained that where the rainbow is visible, there is a second one also to be seen, but all I took was I need to purify my life so I can rep like that black guy. I rember feeling pathetic in size 16 polo carpetner pants and a yellow nautica sweater.
But I didnt get right into chi gung as i shall. I had "The Secrets of Chinese QiGong" in my dorm. Instead i fucked with these books about dreams and reality and shaping your dreams for the new fifth son that is evolving, so I took two books with me to mexico along with a Qi Gong Book, pretending that modern mexico is old Teotiuacan, which was claimed in this book called, Beyond Fear.
It was decent book, i read it, and i heard them talking saying you are a son, light, and your dreams they create reality. But it played on my ego as a mexican, cause I was trying to relate to some true and living mexican gods, when really it was a girl who was writing. AH the book was about a teaching of a fool name MIgueal who teaches not to do the knowlege, but to believe. He enetered volcanos, and dreempt of going inot pryimids, which brings me to my end of voume 1.
I want to continue this sory because it has relevence to a lot of things I have seen happen.
There is a differnce between this guy Migueal Ruiz dreaming of instruction from inside a pyrimid, and the likes of Gza and Jedi MInd Tricks studying the geometric science of hyroglifics.
I remember reading Friedrich Nietzche's writing say, "you should not steal from a man when you can rob him" suggesting a fight for truth and a ruthlessness of mentality. This I conected with B.O.B.B.Y. digiatal saying, "run up an pick, a crab lock" hit the stash dudu, and such, and thinking yea that probably was a mental retorical rebutal against the way Nietzche deals with inequality, but, another reference to the Birth of Tragedy in HIp HOp comes from PRINCE PAUL"S Prince Amonst THieves on a song inwhich a hustler is passsing a way
THe beet on the song by the way is the shit,
it goes, "your better off dead, thats what some body said, now hold you head cause im only playen, never prayed before..."
It's a surprizing litterary illusion, both this and the one by bobby THe RZA digi, and in order to back track it, I must explain, that Nietzche's the birth of tragedy deals with life it self a teriffying, existence as tragic, and refers to a "myth of sysaphis", in which a greek king is told by a half goat, "dyonesian" demi god that the best thing for man is never to have been, never to have been born, and the second best to die soon".
I Think--- and I am just a week minded philosopher, that my apprehention of Nietzche's portrayal of the pain of life, was an encounter with a looooong stain of agony that is stored in the COLECTIVE UNCONCIOUS, of humanity, and that can conect very easily with YACUB, and think about how much pain you Cradle to the Gravers have invested in trying to root out our fucked upness.
I want to say that GZA has allready probably before i started jerking off joystick and sega, handeled this heavy mental, but I want to expliain my self anyway,
He said, EVERYTHING I THOUGHT OF, I SAW IT HAPPEN. THEN I ROSE FROM THE SOIL TO SUN BLACK IN,
That is where I was, everything i was thinking of I was seeing it happen. And I dont remember anything before reading Nietzche's book except leaving my friends room, next thing i know im seeeing Nietzche, thorught his book just denying mercy.
I can depict it like an actual event, because other artists have manifested the event, to whit, a girl from Denmark or Luxenberg told me about it, RAMSTEIN a guy from them sits on stage and just goes NINE, NINE, NINE, meaning no. THats what I saw, which is just one example of the baddness that is set inplace when one denies compasion, because that is what it was. And i dont speak germain, but i saw the stuborn man just saying to compassion, (the only giving according to the queen ALLeia) NO. and I remember it. And it shook my bonez.
What makes this actally important is that, I learned from this that there is a space in out mentemple where these mental scars heal and stay, and I was there, but I know my reaction was not as it could of been had i been trained in compasion through time and trial.
I know that event is plugged in the mental of humanity, because it shocked me into seeing all the calamities of men who failed to submit, which made me in earlyer threads want to ask about the fallen angel IBLIS from the QU'ran.
Real funny thing is one night, i oppened another Nietzche book, "thus spoke zarathustra", and found a segment called,
The Uglyest Man
in which the Zarathustara, a young guy, finds an ugly man who says, "you saw me" "if it was not you, who saw me then who" and says, "it was your shame that spared me compassion" or some thing close to that, and it was like hay now, cause it was almost like he was addressing me.
And i know that is a big statement, cause a lot of readers have built upon (not realy built but, acted upon) Nietzche's perspective, "overman", Not hitler, but recall that book I put up a while back where in the OMNIVERSE, in this book Aztecs are fighting to prevent a future holicost in a diferent place in time that is somehow conected, this, and the thought just came is another kind of waveleanght of art that mutually manifested. FUCK
but I'm prety sure that even though i read it after it happened, and even though Nietzches reflection came before I was born,
He was talking to the me that saw him that night in a place that trancends 6, and 6, where you have to understand 6. Ghosteface is killer though cause he ran the dark ages, but,
yeah im pretty sure that this is all tighly woven, because NIetzche and me both know what he is refering to in that zarathustra part about it was your shame that made you look away, but
It was my shame that made me not allow my self to show the love, you know the understanding, of one who willingly severs that concetion ALL AH makes in I gueess moving with the cypher
Cause i rember the universal pause, and that moment of receptiveity, but, and I am admiting it to you elders for the sake of wisdom, cause I remember feeling bad for beeing too late, and wanting to bow and repent, but feeling it was too late, lacking the wiliingnes to fall. Having allredy fallen.
It's intersting that the next thing I know it was not life that was sparking, or compasion that was with me, but the computer moniter's screansaver and I am suposed to be back in the real world.
This all culminates when a death metal band comes to a house im staying at couple weeks ago, and we talke about pantera and death and stuff and I tell them, cause I know Neitzches's thought strand must conect with thier mental timline, about Dyonsian and Apolinian antagonism, and the dude is real intersted, but acts like he never heard of NIETZCHE.
This happens on a night where the universe is real responcive the moon was at like 3/4's, and the leave and leave behind their c.d. and i find it on the counter called,
THe Catastrophy of Creation-- (checkitout "heldunderatmyspace)and it's like the whole thing revisited.
Imediatly the phone ringz and it's flesh of my flesh, my dad with love as another word for revenge asking me whats up, because now I am faceing, and suposed to answere for what i asked him to answer for, that neverending whele of creation, to live is to suffer.
I was like PEACE PEACE
So
the univerce is a self balancing scale, and I know JOHNY GEMINI deeply what you are talking about when you refer to our reched planet and how germs and words are coralitive, but I think we
allways have that ability to turn the positive coin, cause you can listen to the most demonic shit, you know as long as you hold to your guns with positive faith, like the led zeplin song goes, there lies a lady we all know who shines white light and wants to show how everything still turns to GOLD--
I watched the exersist once on acid and my buddy was jumping off the floor but i was like keep the faith and it didint bother me.
But I think yall can see where I am with this, cause I was once the time master at 64, and I think, its funny what JOSE ARGULES has going with the dreamspell cause we can change the past throught the prestent,
IN the time before, we climed abord the dinosaour said Killah PRiest, and I had a dream where i jumped oof into the gravel pit and fond one of those dynosooudrs with the long bone projecting from the back of their head, and it trigggered like real instinctual thumping of my reptilian complex, and they are changing the name of dinosaurs so i thing underground rhymes can change the formation of the bones of our pre historic ansestors, ALLAH
and I think that dude might be onto some whith with his study of time because,
He talkes a bout mathatmaTICAL corilations between the numbers of the book of revilations and other books of prophisy, how 144,000 is a reaccuring number and the places where it turns up in the bible coalate to specific points in his templates of historty.. have more precice and pointyent brains then i do,
so let me know what you think, by the way
I once was really depressed and recalled a verce from the Qu'ran that says, apointed above every knower is one with more knowlege, so I want to bed praying to one in particular, noone here, and i dreampt that night of holding the rainbow collers like hodking that mater = light times f or whatever equasion in its pureset form, I was holding a rainbow, and my dreams can be reallly real somtimes, and i remeber sharing it with my cousin
SO even though GZA the geiuis whose dick i am presently on, said
MY NIGHT IS THE SAME AS DAY, I think Argules might have harnessed a way to realize the illusion of maya in a healing way, you know, and realilze the real unity, of our trancesndence beyond language and words and butterflies wiht the designs of zebras, and such.
Just my thoughts
PEACE
"THe Catastr
The famed vail of Maya, from India.
