Everything about the present is boring. We could have such more interesting lives, be comfortable, be connected to each other and the world around us. Instead we are arguing about bathrooms. We are killing women because we cant talk to them. We are watching a livestreamed concentration camp intercut with the tiktok dance.
You may be asking yourself, well what can I do? The answer is to dig.
We
must each of us dig, dig deep, shovel, pickaxe, barrow. As we dig
deeper into the Earth we are saved. The depth is our salvation.
Anywhere
can be dug. The forest path, the penthouse suite, the cliffside, the
ocean floor, all of these are destructible and give way to downwards.
Gravity beckons us down, through soil and root, sand and rock, we dig
deeper, all of us, every one of us digging a hole of their own, a
perfect hole.
The perfect
hole. Such legends number human mythology in the thousands. Throughout
human history, a hole is somehow associated with periods of great
change. The sacrifice of Christ, the Great Pyramids, the Moon Landing,
each of these features a hole that is often referred to as 'perfect'.
Yet whilst the perfect hole is never described, you can imagine a circle of
absolute black, cartoonlike in its simplicity. Yet this perfect hole is
whichever hole you find yourself digging.
So
we must dig, each shovelful takes away its equal weight in sin. The
deeper the hole, the greater the salvation, until all of humanity has
punctured the Earth's crust, and waterfalls from oceans tumble down
around us, cooling magma that is dug into, deeper and deeper. As we
descend we get closer to our destiny. The gates of heaven lie at the
centre of the world.
