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Death is the most terrible thing and to maintain
Its works is what requires the greatest strength
Hegel
Would it all be absurd
Or might it make some kind of sense
I've made myself sick wondering about it
I awake in the morning
Just the way millions do
Millions of boys girls infants and old men
Their slumber dissipated forever
These millions those slumbers have no meaning
A hidden meaning
Hidden yes obviously
But if nothing has any meaning there's no point in my doing anything
I'll beg off
I'll use any deceitful means to get out of it
In the end I'll have to let go and sell myself to meaninglessness nonsense
That is man's killer
The one who tortures and kills not a glimmer of hope left
But if there is meaning
Today I don't know what it is
Tomorrow
Tomorrow who can tell me
Am I going to find out what it is
No I can't conceive of any meaning other than my anguish and as for that
I know all about it
And for the time beingnonsense
Monsieur nonsense is writing and understands that he is mad
It's atrocious
But his madness this meaninglessness how serious it has become all of a sudden
Might that indeed be meaningful
My life has only a meaning insofar as I lack oneoh but let me be mad
Make something of all this he who is able to
Understand it he who is dying
And there the living self is knowing not why
It's teeth chattering in the lashing wind
The immensity the night engulfs it and
All on purpose that living self is there just in order not to know
But as for god
God if he knew would be a swine
He would entirely grasp the idea but what would there be of the human about him
Beyond beyond everything and yet farther and even farther still
Himself in an ecstasy above an emptiness
Cognitive activitygod comes to be known in ways that originate in god solely
God is nothing if he is not in every sense the surpassing god
In the sense of common everyday being in the sense of dread
Horror and impurity and finally in the sense of nothing
He is mystery indeed he is the absolute mystery
Divine disclosure is in direct proportion
To the degree of divine concealment
Intensification of revelation equals
To increase of god's hiddenness
Descent of the deus absconditus
The unreservedly open spirit open to death to torment to joy
The open spirit open and dying
Suffering and dying and happy stands in a certain veiled light
That light is divine
And the cry that breaks from a twisted mouth may perhaps twist him who utters it
But what he speaks is an immense alleluia flung into endless silence and lost there
Shall my only victory be available in conscience
Why is absence the proof when I demand palpable presence
There is enough light to enlighten the elect and enough darkness to humble them
There is enough darkness to blind the reprobate and enough clarity to condemn them
And make them without excuse
Our perception is subject to the fissure of concupiscence
Woestruck am I realizing that the light cast on this
Chiaroscuro world is partial and selective
Division election and predestination
Enabled by grace or left to one's own device
Anguish only is sovereign absolute
The sovereign is a king no moreit dwells low biding in big cities
It knits itself up in silence obscuring it's sorrow
Crouching thick wrapped there it waits
Lies waiting for the advent of him who shall strike a general terror
But meanwhile and even so sorrow scornfully mocks at all that comes to pass at all there is
From very high above a kind of stillness swept down upon me and froze me
It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels
Shaped from the broad swooping of wings but it was simpler than that
I became unhappy and felt painfully forsaken as one is when in the presence of god
She was seated she held one leg stuck up in the air to open her crack
Yet wider she used her fingers to draw the folds of skin apart
And so her old rag and ruin loured at me hairy and pink
Just as full of life as some loathsome squid
Why I stammered in a subdued tone why are you doing that
You can see for yourself she said I'm god
No use laying it all up to irony when I say of her that she is god
But god figured as a public w***e and gone crazy
That viewed through the optic of philosophy makes no sense at all
I don't mind having my sorrow derided if derided it has to be
He only will grasp me aright whose heart holds a wound that is an incurable wound
Who never for anything in any way would be cured of it
And what man if so wounded would ever be willing to die of any other hurt
If there is nothing that surpasses our powers and our understanding
If we do not acknowledge something greater than ourselves
Greater than we are despite ourselves
Something which at all costs must not be
Then we do not reach the insensate moment towards which we strive
With all that is in our power and which at the same time
We exert with all our power to stave off
I can utter no word o my god unless I be permitted by thee
And can move in no direction until I obtain thy sanction
It is thou o my god who hast called me into being through the power
Of thy might and has endued me with thy grace to manifest thy cause
The act whereby being existence is bestowed upon us
Is an unbearable surpassing of being
An act no less unbearable than that of dying
And since in death being is taken away from us at the same time it is given us
We must seek for it in the feeling of dying
In those unbearable moments when it seems to us that we are dying
Because the existence in us
During these interludes
Exists through nothing but a sustaining and ruinous excess
When the fullness of horror and that of joy coincide
As I waited for annihilation all that subsisted in me
Seemed to me to be the dross over which man's life tarries
Diabolus absconditusthe conjunction of intellect
And psychotropic altered senses supported by insistent and archaic sounds
