so many. spoilers i guess. in the pod i keep talking about the thing that strikes me reading it as a not-theosophy/Jung knower but a psychoanalysis reader, which is that the aether seems to be a means for materialising the medium of psychic exchange that more or less already existed, but making it visible and digestible and metabolisable consciously rather than unconciously. it is also the bridge between the affect-work and ideology-work and the material force of objects and things and people acting. and it works entirely well in this entirely horizontal ontology up until you remember that any theory of the interpersonal or psychic or material is not a flat array of nodes and relations but a densely swirling dynamic system of flows and resistances and axes of domination and subversion. so of course there are places of immense concentration and dissolution, of course there are well-springs with deep deep structures in the world itself. no one is going to pretend the oedipus complex is not a historical object, but it lies so much deeper than the stuff that trades back and forth between individuals. similarly no one is going to pretend that the nightmare weighing upon the thoughts of the living is a purely capitalist object, and the grieving and caring trees are a testament to a struggle to live and make sense of life that extends in history so so far back, but taken through this modality of life: a necklace without a provenance, a dream to be dismissed, a taste caught in a prey's flesh. we negotiate our relationships to these attractors of death and sex and life in very very different ways, but they will be there under the surface when we face their blinding light head on. sometimes we must, and most of the time they are far too brilliant and terrible to confront. so we live our lives with the colours snaking into our thoughts if we lose focus and the trees and the monsters safely tucked in our dreams.