The Digital Animus is the Bull monster at the center of the Labyrinthine circuitry of the Internet. Devouring virgins who get lost in the endless corridors.
The boys who follow Peter Pans deeper into the Woods, and inevitably into the mouth of some Monster.
The Wired, the interconnected circuitous energies of humanity. An energetic diorama of the real world
A promontory stands between two seas:
A man who will die later by the bit of a horse;
Neptune unfurls a black sail for his man;
the fleet near Gibraltar and Rocheval.
-Nostradamus
A Father? I only knew the Orphan's love.
There was no Man for me, I was raised by Him!
The Great HE, who is what I am NOT!
My man, my Dad.
Though he has ten thousand Sons who hearken unto him.
Though his mouth spits nothing but flames that enrage me.
Though my own flesh is weak.
Though I am nothing.
He gives me strength.
He is, I am not.
When I do as he commands, I am great like Him.
When my Father is my Race, I am great like Him.
When my Pride is my Violence, I am great like Him.
When there is nothing for me, and all for him, I am yet still made Great in Him!
The Digital Animus is the Bull monster at the center of the Labyrinthine circuitry of the Internet. Devouring virgins who get lost in the endless corridors.