Via Anorak, this super ‘supermoon’ image… lovingly recycled, as munitions go off in Libya, for another in an infrequent series, ‘Ain’t coinkidink too cute?’

A.E. Waite, issuing, as usual, from a cloud:

“The Tower has been spoken of as the chastisement of pride and the intellect overwhelmed…”
The Moon “…directs a calm gaze upon the unrest below; the dew of thought falls; the message is: Peace, be still.”

I love all this shit. Freak out, far out, in out, put the kettle on.