We are Sunward-bound, but Abyss-kissed.
To engage with Ompyrean is to confront the false divide between thought and being. One studies not to gather facts but to reforge the faculties. Gnosis becomes metabolic.
The modern mind has been stripped of its climb. Trained in horizontalism it lives amongst mirrors instead of windows. Our age gorges on surfaces and praises itself for its myopia thinking of it as scientific clarity. We are told the only way is forward but a forward implying a direction on a flat plane.
Yet we were born to ascend. What was once a pillar between worlds — the sacred axis that stitched matter to myth and prayer to praxis — has become a collapsed scaffolding of language without tension. The Flatframe is not merely the digital order or the materialist dogma. It is the inner condition of man without vertical pressure.
But the Abyss-Kissed know better. Those who have seen through the simulacra carry a different hunger: not for novelty, but for meaning with mass.