“I have his friend, our mutual friend who actually was the one who lived in the ruina. He asked me one day what had happened, and so he was a poet.. so a poet, a poem came out from me. It’s called ‘Chase the Laughter’.
They came on time, expecting, not knowing. Who could have possibly known what’s new, dark breakfast India cunt of Shiva, no on no off just so, and he too like a martinet, chaplainist struttin’ Oxford stuff not fools to be taken heavenly, know why, he liked to talk a being, he thought he could see, he knew, he knew nothing. They came on time, the tralala players, layers and layers and layers. Into the house of the master, who can run faster, chase the laughter. The Department of Planning is having a get together, they’re very clever, and he was so busy pretending what he thought he couldn’t understand that he crossed the line, he erased time, he was hopelessly mine. Who? Who could have possibly known, chasing time down escalators for the benefit of fragile rocks, he cried ‘thief’! Thy if taking back was the key, taking back was the key, look out for the Holy Ghost superstar, caviar on toast, he was unprepared, consciousness was spared, he touched the warp at the edge of the center, the family cried. Who can enter? Three you’ll agree is all you’ll ever get to see. Three, you’ll agree is all you’ll ever get to see. Well we’ll see smoke and mask’s, Pascal’s cracked armor chessboard, hexagrams of leather with biblical hands touching. It’s all a matter of light, into the house of the master who can run faster, chase the laughter, he was left in the dust. Mule, what he bore? He never knew. And what he lost, he could never see. And what he has left is up to me. See? Now where’s the laughter? It’s from the here and after, can’t you agree? That nothing we see is the same for you and me?
Can’t you agree, that nothing we see.. is the same for you and me? Well, if you can’t, here’s a chant:
faster, and faster… chase the laughter.”
“Well, it was an odd beginning. See, when I entered into the ruina my name was ‘Ra’. And after the event, I would be ‘Uru Hu’, which is a title. And ‘Uru’ is this white light. If I close my eyes, like now.. I see it. I have seen it all these years. It moves. We communicate. It’s one of those magical things about the Rave I’Ching, all those planets for the exalted and detriments… I didn’t pick em’. Uru. A strange thing to live with. 20 years, I live with this strange thing. I have no idea what it is. It’s not like it’s telling.”
from Ra Uru Hu’s Encounter with the Voice
individuation of you 