8 aug. 2017

late night attempts at poetry and theology

yes, I say: for the fearful and the passionately destitute, the silence of god is horror but for the courageous and the passionately fervent, no clouding on the sky could possibly block out the light of the sun for more than a passing episode of foredooming nigrescence - naive or not? You tell me... but it has been said, and thought: the knight of faith can see no stormy weather and no bittered, grey horizon outdimming the light of Tabor perenially, for the light shines through even the iron of suicide; even the walls of the monolith of nihilism, said to be constituent of metre-thick stone as to keep the promises of meaning firmly out, is radiant with the resplendent and merciful light emitting from that mountain, the holy mountain of the transfiguration... only solace-preachers and apostles of dishonesty would scare themselves over the absence of the divine because they extrapolate their own impuissance and failure onto it, and they drag their own anxieties, misconceptions, shames and self-hatreds like a mask of hot wax over the invisible face of darkness they can not at all grasp with their senses, but blindly assume is there... not only do these fools misinterpret and wrongly equate the phenomena of the divine with the aesthetic representation of it; their synods, their patriarchs, their congregations passively and actively not even disregard the matter, but encourage it! As the wax have dried onto the face, decades have passed like moments, and all the preachers of solace, spiritual servitude and self-denial have withered to corpses more of dust and bone than of pale and black flesh; the apostles of the religious oedipal complex; of the endless contentment in the humility of god; of the all-forgiving penitence in Christ, have successively died with the faces molten in horror as the features of the holy slowly grew outward and outlined under the wax mask the unexplainable horror evolving out of the thick nothing which preceded this holy and terrifying miraculous aestheticization of a most potent and obliterating aspect of the divine...

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