A.D. 260, somewhere in Campania, a Neoplatonist slept among a multitude of empty amphorae after a heated debate with a Cretan who also happened to be a Cynic. This was his tangled dream—
Mind and Soul take a walk through a garden on the newly minted Earth. And there they come upon Demiurge still busy in his work. Continue reading
MARTIAN DEATH RAY 