Galdrux is above all and above himself

Maybe magick isn`t enough, maybe science isn`t enough, neither art or philosophy, neither any defined form of abstract thought and ideology.

The secret lies in the betweeness and beyondness, in the marginal areas of our psyche and our sensory perception.

In the absolute void of the untouched. The forever untouched and unknowable: Galdrux

Nothing small as something, nothing futile enough to be perfectly hold and assimilated by the intelect.

Thoughts are a one dimensional continuum, the mind, a euclidean square.

The truth is above thought and above the senses.

May thy ism reject cohesion, one can be ten, that can be four and five at same time.

Symbolic approaches are glorified jokes, the sun isn`t a falcon.

Science can imprision as much as it frees.

Metaphysics is just a intangible and spectral prision, with undefined space within.

Purpose is a prision, conclusion is the true death.

Mock-up madness is a limitation, the path of the coward, true warriors transcend satire, and drink fearless the wine of the moon.

Mock-up madness should be an active and methodical application of insanity as a creative and inspirational force.

If one has audition as his only perception filter, other sensory input would look false, ficticious.

If one consider solid matter as the unique component of physical reality, air would seem oniric.

If one think reality encompass physical and tangible things, the rest would look absurd.

If one knows about physical and spiritual planes, and consider it to be the whole of reality, that one is a broken god.

A god knows about above and bellow, about what is higher than him he can`t know, and tremble like a dying star when thinking about it.

For his own good he ignores it, satisfied with his false fullness.

Galdrux is above all and above himself.

And knows about all, therefore, is the only one aware of reality.