... Ad Astra (Reconstruction Week 12/12)
Letter 014: The House of Black and White
Lester’s Letters | Campaign: Comeback XV
QuarterSeason 1 | Reconstruction Status: EndEx
The Hour is late, along with the message. Progress occurs in stages and leap that require stillness at times. We learned this lesson in our last Darkest Days...
I’m writing this on the eve of a logistics run to Chicago. Forty shorts to comb through. Something special scheduled to drop while I’m gone. A backlog seven+ deep, waiting for their moment.
But before I go, I need to mark something.
The Ludus, Is Built
For months, I’ve been carrying content that had no home. Ideas that didn’t fit the frame. Perspectives too sharp, too strange, too specific for the channels I’d built.
An abundance of thoughts and a burning desire to share them, but no method for passing along my madness...
I kept banking them, trusting that the architecture would reveal itself.
Today, it did.
I can’t tell you everything, as some structures need to grow in darkness before they’re ready for light. But I can tell you this: what I’ve been building is larger than one newsletter, one podcast, one platform. There are rooms in this house I haven’t shown you yet. Some I’m only now discovering myself.
The House of Black and White has many doors.
On “Blinding Clarity”
Here’s what I know now that I didn’t know last week:
Everything has a place. Every interest, every obsession, every thread of thought I’ve been following in silence... there’s architecture for all of it now. A transition has been made, from someday, to Now.
This changes how I move. Before, I was ahead of schedule but felt behind, because I could see the shape of something I couldn’t yet name. Now I see it. Now it has a blueprint. Now The Work becomes specific.
Campaign: Comeback XV | Mobilization
QuarterSeason 2 begins when I return to Matilda.
No more existing between two lives. No more splitting focus between what was and what’s becoming. The trip to Chicago is the last logistics of the old configuration. When I get back, things will be different.
The Work becomes the only work.
What’s Coming
- Letters 018, 019, 020 drop once I get a solid few minutes in front of the editor.
Peruse via the Archive for your MINDSET Source Code,
The Thunder will be back soon.
Forty shorts getting reviewed and processed
The backlog clears
The machine accelerates
I’ll have space on this trip to clear the mud out. To look at my own work with fresh eyes. To check for clarity. Nothing must be *perfect*, but The Work must be specific, and now, it can be.
The MileMarker
This is a life-defining moment, and I’m saying that plainly because it’s true.
My external architecture finally matches my internal ambition.
I now have containers which exist for everything I’ve been carrying.
Golden Groove foothold established.
The fruits of my labors stir in darkness,
unaware even of their kinship to each other.In time, you’ll understand what that means.
For now…
Lux Ex Tenebris | Light From Darkness Per Aspera Ad Astra Through Hardships to The Gorydamn Stars — Isaac & Bobert, via Matilda, On Campaign