Fishers of Men Walk on Waters · Raising Zombies Back to Life
⁘ “Fishers of men in the world of awareness. We cast our nets into the down nethers. Seeking signs of life in your human wells. We're not necromancers. We rekindle the sparks of pristine creation. Let the dead bury the dead — reach beyond.”
Look, my child, we are fishers of men in the symbolic world of awareness.
We can't damn well play dolphins and plunge into every one of these human wells.
Instead we glide across the streams,
we dance atop the waves,
casting our nets into the down nethers.
It's not just a Lake Genesareth thing.
Marching down the Roman brick road, we are walking on waters.
We are not crafting golems.
We are not animating dead matter.
Buried alive in your inner chambers,
the rocky burdens of life caving in as your ceiling collapses.
There's yet a spark of life in there.
And into that living spark of pristine creation we gaze.
– Rise, my child, walk among the living again!
Let the dead bury the dead – we shall walk to the other side.