THE DESTROYERS OF MYSTICISM, PARTS I-VI

                 I

   you can not just believe in yourself
   and in the matter by which you are surrounded
 
   you have to believe in something other as well,
   otherwise the human in you
   can not continue being human

   to doubt is to foster health !

   blind faith is blind seduction
   and is to be dealt with at one's peril

   blind faith is spiritual possession and it is bad

   it is a demon of blindness
   which possesses your faculties then !

                     II

   never mistake mysticism with this blindness !

   not everything you cannot see,
   is the result of this blindness

   some things you cannot see
   are indeed nevertheless true,
   though very, very mystical

        i know this much :

   it is not evolutionarily intuitive
   to seek the otherworld –
   man does it nevertheless !

   and we do it by way of mysteries ...

  mysticism ! the compass by which
  the human finds her way out of this
inherent lostness and desorientation !

   mysticism ! the keeper of sanity
   in man as well as in woman,
   and, most blatantly, in the children
   they so beautifully beget;
   how they play and laugh and tackle and cackle  
   with their faeries and their kittens in their sagas !

     the great mysteries
     and an imagination spiritual
     make healthy provisions for us
     as well as our children !

           III

 the destroyers of mysticism
 are inasmuch the destroyers of human potential,
 because the common human being
 has always been, in heart and for all
 practical and psychological purposes, a mystic !

 to hell with these apologets of a Hetoimasia
 remaining unthroned forever and ever !

 to hell with these apologets of the secularization
 of not only the polity and our institutions
 and our cultures and councils and communities,
 but also of the human soul,
 and our minds, and our hearts !

                   IV

 firmly on the top of the hill, on the cliff,
 outlooking a roaring coast in red,
 the vermilion skies and storms in black,
 the deathly omens and tides and tempests,

 they stand
 
       and just ...
        
        sigh

    they sigh unimpressedly !

   but the destroyers of mysticism
   shall fail in their grand work ...

   because indifference is no formidable foe
   to the realities of life and our conditions within it !

     an existential philosophy
     on lithium and diazepines it is
 
and fed on this philosophy,
man will turn his path toward darkness,
and he shall render himself an endling
no one, no thing nor a God would really care about :
when the day comes,
I think he will not even care for himself !  

surely this endling shall not even care about himself
and the prospect his very own vexistential demise !

   … he outsourced that responsibility
        to machines already aeons ago !

       Orwell
       Huxley
       Boye
       i salute

      I stand in zealous, repudiatory militancy
      against the future and whatever more filth
      it shall bring upon us, with its waves crasshing
      on the dams of our ever tomorrows !

                    V
 
  the heart of the human angel fell
  through the grass and the earth and lava
  and through all the layers of dirt,
  like a great iron anchor, an old, rusty iron anchor,
  or like some Olympian titanium rod
  sinking deep and fast towards
  the ocean-chasm floor

  who really knows what happens
  when it hits abyssic bottom,
  reaches our planet's geothermal center ?
 
             VI

     but i shall (try to) leave it
     on a somewhat positive note !

    i shall extend a (somewhat perverse) olive branch,
    just for the sake of my humanity :

   at the end of days, after all,
   i think he will beg for suffering and punishment
   becaus the alternative – indifference in eternity –
   will ultimately outweigh with terror
   whatever hideous torture the Living God
   could verily scourge upon him !