Individuation – Marcus Demetrius Link

Moulting

On parting as its own kind of death, and how keenly the loss is felt at first. Essay

Pathways through the Mandelbrot Set – Part VI

Part VI of The Way of the Fool (forthcoming): the Mandelbrot set and fractal geometry as a map of the Fool's recursive journey through self and world. Essay

The Quality of the Fool – Part V

Part V of The Way of the Fool: the Fool not as a philosophy but as a quality of consciousness — a way of meeting life rather than a doctrine to hold. Essay

A Medley of Fools Heralds the Journey Within the Journey – Part IV

Part IV of The Way of the Fool: the many faces of the Fool — holy fool, jester, innocent — and the journey within the journey they herald. Library

Call the world if you Please ‘The Vale of Soul-making’

Call the world if you Please ‘The Vale of Soul-making’ by John Keats (1891), Letter to his brother Call the world if you Please ‘The Vale of Soul-making.’ Then you will find out the use of the world… I say ‘Soul making’ Soul as distinguished from an Intelligence – There may be intelligences or sparks […] Essay

A Wondrous Fellow Appears Out of the Darkness – Part II

Part II of The Way of the Fool: the Fool appears as a guide out of the darkness, and what it means to recognise oneself among those who belong to him. Essay

About the Boy – Part I

Part I of The Way of the Fool: how the Boy — an inner companion first met at nineteen — became the figure through whom a lifetime of writing finds its voice. Poem

Descending Into Myself

A meditation for the Fool, worked at across two decades, from 2001 to 2020. Story

The Father and the Mother Make a Cage for the Boy

The Boy's parents — erratic Mothers, clockwork Fathers — build a cage around him: a story of the labels and expectations that quietly enclose a child. Story

The Boy Jumps Ship

The Boy has been at sea all his life without knowing it. The day he wakes on the deck and sees the ship for the first time, he jumps. Story

The Soul Phone Won’t Stop Ringing

The Boy paces a hallway that will not let him arrive, between the bedrooms of his family, as the soul's phone rings and rings with news of death. Library

The life of every man is a way to himself, an attempt at a way, the suggestion of a path.

But every man is not only himself; he is also the unique, particular, always significant and remarkable point where the phenomena of the world intersect once and for all and never again. That is why every man’s story is important, eternal, sacred; and why every man while he lives and fulfils the will of nature […] Library

But man’s task is the exact opposite: to become conscious of the contents that press upward from the unconscious.

It is not I who create myself, rather I happen to myself. ~Carl Jung, CW 11, Para 391 People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. ~Carl Jung, Psychology and Alchemy, […] Poem

The Little Man Dancing in My Heart

Perhaps we do not find God so much as make God, a little more with every day we live. Library

Until at last he chooses nothing, but does only and wholly what he must do…

“You thought, as a boy, that a mage is one who can do anything. So I thought, once. So did we all. And the truth is that as a man’s real power grows and his knowledge widens, ever the way he can follow grows narrower; until at last he chooses nothing, but does only and […] Library

Who is more responsible than a gull who finds and follows a meaning, a higher purpose for life?

Seagulls, as you know, never falter, never stall. To stall in the air is for them disgrace and it is dishonour. But Jonathan Livingston Seagull, unashamed, stretching his wings again in that trembling hard curve – slowing, slowing, and stalling once more – was no ordinary bird. […] “…one day, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, you shall […] Poem

My Gallows Star

A rope of light let down from a distant star, and the darkness that both lights it and holds us apart. Poem

The Masterpiece of Art

We are each born an artist, and the masterpiece is the shaping of our own soul, worked at from 1998 to 2000.