(inspired by the schism between christian orthodox and gnostic congregations in the first centuries "anno domini", in remembrance of Basilides, Valentinus, the Sethian Gnostics and in loathing of assholes like Irenaeus of Lyon, Tertullian, and Ignatius of Antiochia)
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there are as many paths as there are human beings;
seven billion epicentres at the frontlines of being;
paths to desolation; bridle roads of victory and conceit ---
some leads to extermination camps, others end in false pride,
some leads to absolute freedom in the face of existential passion,
while others fade with the towns and crop-fields
into the obscurity of unquiet, ferine woodlands, once maybe
explored with
lanterns, torches, daggers, but now left
to their destinies
of rectification
through meaningless
natural
entropy.
some of us seek absolute freedom,
others seek absolute stability and safety;
both paths lead in desolate directions
and will end at opposite shores of the sea
of self-destruction and corporeal finality;
the seekers of freedom on one shore,
the seekers of stability on the other;
maybe, they will wave at each-other, and relate dissociate passions
--- probably not ---
maybe they will be so consumed by their petty, shallow brawl
that they will neglect the whirling waters 'neath their feet;
the omni-devouring ocean,
ursprunglighetens framfallna livmoder,
storming about, wind-whipped waves of the old, old sea,
the ancient depth, where the scaled one dwells!!!
contemplate
and make up your mind
one can describe it as the polarization between ...
the value of
spiritual anarchism contra that of
spiritual totalitarianism,
and the gales of its complementary yet inimical dichotomies
blow chillingly with the uproariousness of the human spirit
through the choices we are willing to make,
as much as through those
we are condemned, grace-fallen, to deal with;
the purpose of willful submission to authority
must always be the aspiration to grow out of it;
it must always be the means of a passage, or a transformation---
a threshold to step over; a wiseness to listen ardently to:
these paths, though, are untrodden, wolven trails,
and predatory eyes leer in the dark night of the soul,
in the dense forests, with its crown of primeval mists
and the sempiternity of stars in the sky, glowing
with the lustre of something mysterious...
but what drives the individual to voluntary genuflection?
what drives the collective to shackle itself to monolithic rigidity---
surely, a force of motivation to which i can not relate;
ignorance; cowardice; fear of angst; fear of freedom and responsibility;
the want for rule of law, as in heaven so also on earth... above, thus, below;
the want for stability, routine, the codification of morality ---
the neglect of personal freedom, a virtue in the in the garden of doubt...
we can all for ourselves see the fire; the heat burns slowly our skin;
the smell of deadwood pyring and the smoke-pillars rising like riots;
but whom understands its origin?
those whom do not understand the roots of the fire; its properties; the intensity of the flame,
will surely be devoured by it, and that is merely a matter of time...
the cross, the star, the crescent moon ---
symbols of degradation and pennalism
i say, burn them in holocaust fires!
lit the spark, gather deadwood, control this natural furnace, for it will be yours;
you will understand its origins, you will be aware of its power
and you will hold the pitcher of water in your hand,
the torch of fire in the other.
take good advantage of authority --- surely they deserve just that;
smite it with gullible language, the spellcraft of words and wisdom;
deceive it; bring it unto the tribunals of its own darkness;
take from it what you need and leave the rest like wildfire;
only in the dust of its own dilapidation, will the authorities be revealed
the shallowness, weakness and corruptibility
of its own fundamental structure.
