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Reality Research Center's messengers of love arrived to the mythical island of Manhattan to prepare for the great mystery play, Plato's Symposium. The delegates of RRC in the country of the free and the brave are of substantial nature: Aphrodite, opening up the inexhaustible source of love; Dionysos, surrendering to the ecstacy of immediate experience; Hermes, mediating between gods and men; and yours truly, Apollo, serving out delayed violence. As I write this, the three masculine deities are awaiting the arrival of the goddess. As is appropriate, we landed on the site two days earlier to clean up the apartment for Aphrodite. She rises in the skies, she moves across the oceans. To be ready, we do what needs to be done. Dionysos is in the kitchen preparing his meat, Hermes is scouting dreamscapes and I, the radiant Apollo, am translating the divine matters to you, dear mortals.

The island of Manhattan is welcoming: the sky is high,

the locals are friendly

and the theorists are beautiful.

We reside in love, we intoxicate in harmony, we see beauty in all that is (especially in the mornings). To be continued.

Yours, Apollo

Reality Research Center's messengers of love arrived to the mythical island of Manhattan to prepare for the great mystery play, Plato's Symposium. The delegates of RRC in the country of the free and the brave are of substantial nature: Aphrodite, opening up the inexhaustible source of love; Dionysos, surrendering to the ecstacy of immediate experience; Hermes, mediating between gods and men; and yours truly, Apollo, serving out delayed violence.

As I write this, the three masculine dieties are awaiting the arrival of the goddess. As is appropriate, we landed on the site two days earlier to clean up the apartment for Aphrodite. She rises in the skies, she moves across the oceans. To be ready, we do what needs to be done. Dionysos is in the kitchen preparing his meat, Hermes is scouting dreamscapes and I, the radiant Apollo, am translating the divine matters to you, dear mortals.

The island of Manhattan is welcoming: the sky is high,

the locals are friendly

and the theorists are beautiful.

We reside in love, we intoxicate in harmony, we see beauty in all that is (especially in the mornings). To be continued.

Yours, Apollo

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