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Historia Occulta
30.04.202511:10
Where the Mind Ends, the Bone Speaks
The phrase âI know it in my bonesâ doesnât come from metaphorâit comes from memory. Not the kind stored in the mind, but the kind woven deep into the structure of the body, beneath thought, beneath language. Bones are not just supportâthey are record. They outlast flesh, outlast memory, and in many traditions, they are believed to carry the echo of ancestral knowledge, the quiet hum of continuity.
To feel something in your bones is to recognize it not through evidence, but through resonance. Itâs not intuition. Itâs the sensation of something remembered, not learnedâsomething cellular, marrow-deep. In ancient belief systems, bones were sacred. The marrow inside them generates blood. The form they hold survives long after everything else is gone. They are the bodyâs last voice.
So when the phrase slips outââI just know it in my bonesââitâs not poetic. Itâs a declaration of something older than proof. A truth the body never forgot.
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The phrase âI know it in my bonesâ doesnât come from metaphorâit comes from memory. Not the kind stored in the mind, but the kind woven deep into the structure of the body, beneath thought, beneath language. Bones are not just supportâthey are record. They outlast flesh, outlast memory, and in many traditions, they are believed to carry the echo of ancestral knowledge, the quiet hum of continuity.
To feel something in your bones is to recognize it not through evidence, but through resonance. Itâs not intuition. Itâs the sensation of something remembered, not learnedâsomething cellular, marrow-deep. In ancient belief systems, bones were sacred. The marrow inside them generates blood. The form they hold survives long after everything else is gone. They are the bodyâs last voice.
So when the phrase slips outââI just know it in my bonesââitâs not poetic. Itâs a declaration of something older than proof. A truth the body never forgot.
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16.04.202502:49
The Last Man Who Tried to Know Everything
Athanasius Kircher lived at the crossroads of collapse and curiosity. Born in 1602, he watched the old world buckle under war, plague, and religious fractureâand answered with relentless observation. He studied volcanoes by lowering himself into Vesuvius. He collected fossils, built machines, mapped languages, and wrote more than thirty volumes on everything from magnetism to ancient Egypt.
But Kircher wasnât a generalist. He believed the world was connectedâthat music, light, language, and nature were all part of one continuous system. His work reads strangely now, because it doesnât separate disciplines the way modern science does. In Kircherâs mind, the world wasnât meant to be taken apart. It was meant to be read.
He made mistakesâmany of themâbut he left behind something rare: a model of knowledge that wasnât extractive. One that tried, however imperfectly, to hold wonder and structure in the same hand.
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Athanasius Kircher lived at the crossroads of collapse and curiosity. Born in 1602, he watched the old world buckle under war, plague, and religious fractureâand answered with relentless observation. He studied volcanoes by lowering himself into Vesuvius. He collected fossils, built machines, mapped languages, and wrote more than thirty volumes on everything from magnetism to ancient Egypt.
But Kircher wasnât a generalist. He believed the world was connectedâthat music, light, language, and nature were all part of one continuous system. His work reads strangely now, because it doesnât separate disciplines the way modern science does. In Kircherâs mind, the world wasnât meant to be taken apart. It was meant to be read.
He made mistakesâmany of themâbut he left behind something rare: a model of knowledge that wasnât extractive. One that tried, however imperfectly, to hold wonder and structure in the same hand.
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18.04.202512:08
đśđťđ˝:đˇđˇ:đˇđ˝ | "The One Who is the God of Gods is so great that He cannot be defined in the speech of men. Neither can they conceive Him in their thoughts, for He is beyond their understanding. Mortal man has limitations; therefore, let men conceive Him as they will. It is of no importance, providing their conception serves both His purpose and the glorification of man."
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