Philosophy

I.

There is a window each day when light moves faster than at any other point. Within that moment, the world animates. The life in things comes up to the surface, and sets everything moving.

II.

Katharos lives inside the charge and throws it forwards, nothing is kept.

III.

What comes to the surface is one force. It winds upward through the tree, stronger than everything around it, swells the olive dark on the branch, runs gold through the cold press, and is still moving when the bar meets the skin. Soil, tree, hand, body: a single energy moving through materials, gathering charge as it goes.

IV.

The craftsmen are of the land, as much as the trees they work. Hereditary judgement conducts their hands, ahead of thought. The skill is one of timing, and the timing is read through sense: the dry rattle of the pod, the pedigree of the olive, the way the mixture takes and dries. The products come out of those hands, the charge passing through unbroken.

V.

The charge crosses to the body through the skin, the interior, the breath, and it crosses whole. The senses animate, the world opens outward, further than the eye was reaching, and the body wants distance. 

VI.

A man made vital is a vehicle. Where the vehicle goes is his own affair.