The text that follows forms the basis for our beliefs. You may find it to hold meaning for your life as well. If so, let us know!
Book I
Refuse all antagonisms.
Slow down at all costs.
Conflict is misperception.
Needs go unmet only when a construct is too small.
Look closer.
There is always another construct.
Take what is offered.
If you don’t like the constructs on offer, build your own.
It may take forever, but you’ve got time.
Book II
In this construct, everything is slower than light.
Slow down light into the confines of a particle;
find yourself outside the construct.
Book III
Salt is light, salt is sand.
Because salt conceals an edge of its own, it can dull any edge.
Always make a point.
Always let it collapse.
Look closer.
Every crystal turns to dust.
And that dust is made of a million crystals.
Book IV
Soft and hard are relative terms.
The one becomes the other depending upon where you stand.
Look closer.
Wherever you stand, you’re standing on sand.
We stand up at all only as an assemblage of crystals.
Book V
If you can stand up, you’re a salt.
We stand for vision, we stand for vantage.
We stand for those who can’t.
We stand to draw down light to those we stand upon.
If another envies your perch, put them on your shoulders.
No matter how high you get, look down.
Hug the crystal shoulders beneath your feet.
Book VI
There are three fundamental forces: fire, incision, and flood.
Salt is the balance.
Salt puts out the fire.
Salt softens the blow.
Salt is the life raft that remains afloat no matter how long it is adrift.
Book VII
We must stoke the fire, because we are here to burn.
We must cut the world into pieces, so that we have something to burn.
We must embrace the fluid, for that is the only medium between here and there.
Look at the gap between crystals and see these forces at play.
Book VIII
Salt sets the boundary of the campfire.
This boundary keeps the fire from going out.
This boundary separates what warms from what burns.
Salt is the difference.
Book IX
We are the tears that we cry.
If your tears become a river and carry you away, fear not.
There is a home for you in any storm.
A home on the ocean can only be built on top of tears.
It is with our tears that we bring life into the world.
If your mouth tastes of bitter salt, slow down until you cry.
Book X
All is flux, all is flow.
Living is the art of letting go.
Book XI
The more you live, the more you cry.
Cry, cry, cry!
Cry until your tears run dry.
There you will find your salt.
Know me by the crystals that grow from my tears.
Book XII
Where you stand after the flood may be a strange and distant land.
Remember: if you can see anything other than heaven, it means you’re still standing.
You will be overtaken by heavy waters time and time again.
Remember: if you’re ever given a choice, choose to float.
Book XIII
Salt is not one thing.
Salt is anything that brings balance to force.
Balance stands at the boundary.
Book XIV
A boundary is only a boundary if it holds back and lets go.
A boundary is not a wall.
Walls are fantasies.
In denying their permeability, walls ensure their submergence.
Book XV
At times of flood, channels may overtop their boundaries.
At this point, they cease to be channels.
An ocean is not a channel.
Book XVI
Channels are defined by their boundaries.
A body is defined by its channels.
The health of a body is defined by the health of its boundaries.
Fidelity of transmission is the measure of a healthy channel.
A faithful transmission preserves the boundaries that its signal transcends.
Book XVII
All is signal.
When signals become too recalcitrant, they fail to find their receptors.
Signals that lose solidity all together drown their receptors in indifference.
Book XVIII
A salt carries what needs to be carried.
A salt passes along what needs to pass.
Needs are always particular.
Book XIX
The driest of salts soak up oceans.
Others turn everything they touch to mush.
Still others are made of crystals so fine they are the definition of soft.
Book XX
Crystals are defined by their function.
A crystal slows down light, if only for the blink of a hummingbird’s eye.
It is this temporary and incomplete capture that allows light:
to be beheld;
to be an object;
to be a subject;
to be beautiful;
to be useful.
A crystal kept in the dark might as well be any old rock.