we’re all chasing something
the moon is chasing the earth, the earth is chasing the sun, the sun is chasing a massive black hole.. a flaming ball just circling the cosmic drain
hide and seek - tag, you’re it
Then she clothed her in a specially prepared and consecrated garment. It was not of the same pattern as those of the Order; it was a loose vestment of pale blue covered with silver tissue; and the secret sigils of the moon were woven cunningly upon its hem. It was frail, but of great volume; and the effect was that the wearer seemed to be wrapped in a mist of moonlight.
LIBER LXXXI - The Butterfly Net, Aleister Crowley