What’s The Mossy Skull?
The mossy skull depicted in the sidebar to the left can be found on the west facade of the tzompantli platform at the Mayan ruins of Chíchen Itzá. The abstraction The Mossy Skull is something else–a blog. I’ve aspired to provide here an aggressive synthesis of angry environmentalism, gleeful pseudopagan spirituality and magic realist ambition, but mostly the content defaults to something rather more quietly ruminative.
Who’s The Mossy Skull?
That would be me. Michael J. DeLuca. Writer, reader, editor, dreamer, brewer, baker, gardener, forager, spent wanderer.
Why a mossy skull?
It stands for resurgence, resurrection, reincarnation, beauty from ugliness, idiocy from profundity, fecundity from decay. Nature is amoral; we, the only moral beings, spring from it. We apply our morality to nature, preserve or destroy nature at our whim, and at the end we go back to it, back to amorality and mud. And I’m happy with that. In fact I love it. If a rolling stone gathers no moss, I’m the kind of stone that plunks itself down in a field and lets moss grow, watches the moss grow, and refuses to get up or budge until it comprehends why moss grows, how it grows, and what it means. It’s a matter of perspective. Let the moss grow on my bones. I’m not in them, and though I am of them, I’m of the moss too.