Autobiographical or PsychoArchaeology.
The river of mine ancestors crossed running through mine every part
Man who shares, for all of life, as critical exchanges of air and flesh [or earth and water, air and fire in every sense of all that burns in Man and Nature, burns and dies and burns again and again to a rhythm that truly lives forever] as of thought, imagination, fear, hope, inspiration, knowledge, pain, might, pleasure and desire, laws of justice and strength of mind, will and blood that lives through our whole voice, our whole brain function across two dimensions, like every food of every tree lives in the fruit of every tree of life. Go back to the root.
Turn Trauma back to RauMa that of the gold [au] of the Sun of Man and thus of all actual wealth of all natural industry of a Night and a Day which are not and never have been at war with one another, nor have ever been completely hidden in the Torture of the Tree of the Sun of Man, the Gold of the Furst and Last Wurld Culture. Must one rue in order to rule? Are we truly unruly? Or are saturnalian Elections Electrical enough to Elevate the drivel of the Divi-el or Devil of the God of the Devil?
Who hath bedeviled us so?