He’s not a policeman. He’s not a fireman. He’s not an emergency medic. It’s 6:00am. There is no traffic. The light I’m waiting for turns green. He runs his red light. I have to break to keep from crashing into him. He put two lives in danger for the sake of 2 minute. I wonder if the 2 minutes he saved worth the risk. What will that 2 minutes buy him today? And will it be worth two lives?
what’s the rush?
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Soulcruzer
Hi, I'm Clay Lowe. I'm a narrative alchemist working at the intersection of depth psychology, chaos magick, alchemy, mythic imagination, and myth-making in the AI age. I treat stories as spiritual technology, the code we use to construct reality. I design games and tools, and create practices for inner transformation and self-mastery.













