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The word “draw” means to pull, like water from a well.  
To draw is to defy gravity. 
Reaching deep into darkness and extracting alchemical waters, 
Dragging them across the page and stirring,  
Whispering enchantments in the form of lines, circles, ellipses. 
Dwelling in the water like this, one can find themself unmoored.
I might float right off this ball if I keep drawing. 

Drilling a hole is no small task - making a nothing where there used to be a something.
There is no divination that can transform solid into void.  
An earthly drill bit does not contain the magnetic powers to create antimatter.  
In drilling a hole, the evacuated fragments of material are now gathered around the hole, 
Peering in. 
They don’t disappear. 
They don’t even float away. 

This is proof that “Mind Over Matter” was conjured up by someone who has never drilled a hole. 
There is no such thing as “Mind Over Matter”. 
Gravity makes sure of that. 
Gravity, the shape of time, is heavy, burdensome, and pregnant. 
She pins you down to the center of the sphere from whence you came.   
The only way to go is down.  
There is no more drawing up, pulling prognostications from the page. 
Only down, held down to the black earth, full of metal, just how I like it. 
We are all serfs on the land of Matter.
This is the only Prima Materia. 

Even the Sun answers to Her. 
In the morning he is born from the fixed line of the sea.  
He flies across the domed sky and pierces the horizon again at night, impregnating his Mother,
Who then gives birth to a new Sun the following day. 
Relentlessly this carries on. 
And all the stars in the sky subscribe to this inescapable torture. 
If gravity were nothing and we all lived in a drawing, the black sky would be a solid, poked full of holes.

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