My energy is on the rise. The countdown has started to when I'll hit the most holy of the holiest: Norway. First, a week in Oslo in May, and then a month in the mountains in July and August. The place is booked. Hallelujah. While I feel indestructibly powerful, the feeling of freedom that Norway gives me reminds me as well of the fact that I'm also free to feel humble. Such joy, to be on top of the mountains of abstraction. And such warmth, to know that the vistas from there are not conflicting. Mentally I'm already in the new cabin looking outside the window and thinking: here I'm most logical and also most esoteric. And it's fine. It's not even uncommon. While I'm typing this right now, being physically in my own living room, I'm facing equally grand vistas: the shelf of books containing esoteric wisdom. My eyes glance sideways along the spine of Michael Dummett's book: The Visconti- Sforza Tarot Cards. Hmm. Of course, I say to myself, and why not? If it didn't bother Michael Dummett to be a Professor of Logic at Oxford and to write books about tarot, why should it bother me? Mother was another example of combining cutting sharpness with acknowledging that repudiating what we don't know that we do know is a bad idea. If it hadn't been too impractical to become a philosopher in Romania in the 80s, she would have liked me to become a logician... and more. All the same. Alexander Neckam, or Albricus, was also a professor at Oxford around 1186 and taught The Song of Songs and other images to all who had a mature mind and sublime intelligence ["maturi pectoris & sublimis intelligentie"]. His teachings reflected his experiences with the Sardae Sagae, the wise women of Sardinia, who, immediately after the explosion of the supernova of 1181, took him to their subterranean temple Ta Rat' and initiated him into the fuller meaning of the Imagines Arcanae [Secret Images]. I said previously in another fragment that Norway is my lucky star. A fragment of my own supernova. Blessings unto it.