“Stay away from the truth! Once it seeps into your heart, it will make your heart taste bitter when you feast on it. The truth is always and always strict – too restricting to contain its ambiguity – and there are way too many of them for the heart to contain. Remember, your heart can only hold the truth with its ambiguity –It knows, it’s the only way to hold truth safely; without turning bitter – with its ambiguity! But the truth never comes bearing its own ambiguity. So, stay away from the truth. The heart knows mystery. Always take mystery over truth and you will see how ‘never’ and ‘always’ and ‘sometimes’ are the same thing. ‘Truly’ is just an adverb modifying its own ambiguity – just like the critic it is! Remember, the heart is its own kitchen, chef, recipe and its own dish; Truth is just a critic – not the recipe. “Never!”. And every time it feels like you don’t know something – that’s just your heart preparing a feast. Trust its recipe, feast on your heart and stay away from truth! Think of a heartbreak from long ago- your heart was preparing you to feast on it back then – what you didn’t know was just how to feast on your heart. If only you did…. Then truth seeped in- explained the heartbreak; used words like ‘sometimes’ and ‘always’ and ‘never’. But you knew, even then – that you missed your heart’s great feast; just not why it has tasted bitter since? Now you do – even if you don’t.
Isn’t it both- pretty and cruel how you must hold all of this together, and your heart still feels that it doesn’t know? Well, aren’t you the one who’s most pretty now; aren’t you the one who’s most cruel? And aren’t you also the one who’s most free now? It’s mysterious. So, feast on your heart; feast on what you don’t know and stay away from the truth!” – Autumn Soothsayer
“Now, a life of leisure and a pirate’s treasure don’t make much for tragedy, But it’s a sad man, my friend, who’s livin’ in his own skin and can’t stand the company. Every fool’s got a reason for feelin’ sorry for himself and turning his heart to stone, Tonight, this fool’s halfway to Heaven and just a mile outta Hell, And I feel like I’m comin’ home” sings Soothsayer Springsteen – heart feasting on ‘Better days’ – shedding a little truth to accomodate its large ambiguity, with notes celebrating exactly what they don’t know. It’s a spell made of marl and maudlin, same as the Autumn Soothsayer, now festive and jubilant – with the truth, the dirge of the Summer Soothsayer discarded for a little vibrant ambiguity. The Black AV2 autumn is laden with loose earth and sentimentality of Red Wine and aftershave; of Oranges and Chocolate; of Ferment and Wood and metaphors – different every time it is brewed! It loses the truth of aftershave and reveals woody incense; It discards Oranges and expresses Fennel and Sandalwood; It abandons the ferment and the red wine and adopts fresh fruit milkiness with Cocoa and Caramels. Fragrant, Perfumy, Redolent, Wine like – it’s hard to say – maybe all; maybe none; maybe it escapes us altogether; maybe, it’s deep, soul enriching fulfilment is simply too large for any truth to suffice; maybe, its truth itself is ambiguous – safe for the heart to hold.
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