Our home, Earth, drifts between two celestial forces—Mars and Venus—a delicate balance that mirrors the essence of our human fate: to exist between two archetypal poles. The great myths tell of a time when an undivided wholeness was sundered in two—heaven torn from earth, spirit cast apart from matter. Separation is the very heartbeat of consciousness: the art of measure, the drawing of borders, the carving of space from the formless void. It is how we wrestle meaning from chaos, how we shape the unshaped. The alchemists called it the great work upon prima materia—the first substance, raw and infinite, awaiting transformation. |