..." While yesterday Im sure it was; "nothing we
can do". .we are nearing our goal."

Lord Arson allows the match to extinguish , suffo-

-cate due to lack of air in the cellar. Continues the
conversation;

" Striking match for match with our brave extermin-

-ating monks; out there in reality.. .Striking for the
queen ; of fire's what I mean .Arson or lord Arson, which
came first; who created who. Ha ! "
The god of Arson drops the dead match onto the pile
of several million others, rep eating the Identical action
once more. A million burnt twisted magot ashes, charr-
. -ed black wood , fire spark of inspiration as old Arson
looks thoughtfully at a new struck match.The cellar
walls shine back golden yellowed in the shuddering
light.

" Yes 0 my match of destruction; which came first ?
that Christian creation of duality the devil; all that
fire and sulphure brimstone deep under the earth firey
pit pleasure and all that or I Lord Arson; now that is
the question. Here in my sulphure stained cellar; Am
I whatt the chrlstos called the devil; to be sure it is
one of their old tricks; to turn the idea of fire/under-

-earth/Ar son/and cheap rented cellars into some kind
of " evil ". While in reality we are mearly as "evil"
only to the extent death its self Is; Christian Death
that is; clear that rotten corpse out of the cosmos.
So the early christ.- ee chromatic church must have had
Time-view and could see that we monks would destroy
the church with fire from the pits of arson in some
Indistinct future time; the church of course could only
allow such visions if the cause of such arson attacks
were from some ' mallgnent under earth demon' and
not simply from those kind and considerate Time monks
as for the new Aeon; well they were of that Timezones
"new aeon" a case of present time culture twisting
time visions"

He was our Inspiration ; forcing the collective exper-

-ience of the monastery out into new extreme grounds
He was the power of fire and the Arsonists muse: the
artistic demi-god of destruction; lord Arson rules over
all acts of random destruction; the pure expressive force
of fire never taking part in the actual acts of Arson to
ensure the purity of the Godform he was invoking; hidden
away in self solitude .

Lord Arson sits in the unfurnished cellar he rents with
no questions asked in a mundain Tlmezone;He is comm-

-uning with the infinate burning match he has seen that

day;

" We live in a time-less state: Time the age old lie is
not a straight line but a series of unimaginably giant
converging circles.
Time repeats, and our lives are trenped In the loop of in-

-action; nothing can be changed; not even a detail; that
is why I spend the whole of my life in performing the same
repetitive acts, that and my new role of course. Match aft-

-er match do I strike, watch and then the flame dies and
with the charred little stick I add to the pile of several
million of its kin, now threatening to take over my cellar.
Every day I strive to keep identical to the very last detail
in the blind belief that nothing can be changed; then why
bother to try to change it, why not echo the loops of Time
with meaningless circular acts ; to repeat the same insig-
nificant action for all eternity."
The match Lord Arsonn was communing with fades out and
dies plunging the cellar into darkness again, it is the Ars-
onists aim to eliminate this darkness forever; and as
predicted Lord Arson is once more illuminated by a new
match, the observant eye could perhaps notice that the
pile of matches black and twisted had an adition to its
massive structure. Lord Arson continues with his talk
the light from the new born fire flickering in the yellow
sulphure haze;

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