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Here at the Institute we are committed to the prolonged study of those things that are neither here nor there. All Serious Research proposals and inexplicable information are welcome, and will be reviewed by our team. Watercolor paintings will be provided for the blind, and recordings of EVMs for the deaf. Exorcisms witnessed, indulgences brokered, and bad thoughts acknowledged with pleasant criticisim. Holy relics created or simulated on request. Expeditions organized to unsavory places. Heirs murdered and geneologys traced for special consideration if it furthers our strange aims. Fortune and Glory actively sought by all. Become an Institute Fellow, see the world, or small parts of it, strangely.

Our core philosophy is summed up by Brother Yeats below, all fellow travelers welcome to comment at all times:

I often entangle myself in arguments more complicated than even those paths of Inchy as to what is the true nature of apparitions, but at other times I say as Socrates said when they told him a learned opinion about a nymph of the Ilissus, ‘The common opinion is enough for me.’ I believe when I am in the mood that all nature is full of people whom we cannot see, and that some of these are ugly or grotesque, and some wicked or foolish, but very many beautiful beyond any one we have ever seen, and that these are not far away when we are walking in pleasant and quiet places. Even when I was a boy I could never walk in a wood without feeling that at any moment I might find before me somebody or something I had long looked for without knowing what I looked for. And now I will at times explore every little nook of some poor coppice with almost anxious footsteps, so deep a hold had this imagination upon me. You too meet with a like imagination, doubtless, somewhere, wherever your ruling stars will have it, Saturn driving you to the woods, or the Moon, as it may be, to the edges of the sea. I will not of a certainty believe that there is nothing in the sunset, where our forefathers imagined the dead following thier shepherd the sun, or nothing but some vague prescence as little moving as nothing. If beauty is not a gateway out of the net we were taken in at our birth, it will not long be beauty, and we will find it better to sit at home by the fire and fatten a lazy body or to run hiter and thither in some foolish sport than to look at the finest show that light and shadow ever made among green leaves. I say to myself, when I am well out of that thicket of argument, that they are surely there, the divine people, for only we who have neither simplicity nor wisdom have denied them, and the simple of all times and the wise men of ancient times have seen them and even spoken to them. They live out their passionate lives not far off, as I think, and we shall be among them when we die if we but keep our natures simple and passionate. May it not even be that death shall unite us to all romance, and that some day we shall fight dragons among blue hills, or come to that wherof all romance is but:

“ Foreshadowings mingled with the images Of man’s misdeeds in greater days than these as the old men thought in The Earthly Paradise when they were in good spirits?”

W.B. Yeats from The Celtic Twilight

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