Embrace the Darkness
Another night alone, one more link in the unending chain of similar nights… Yet the isolation of Self is the fount of understanding, the Abyss within which the Light is born, grows, dies, and is recreated anew. Ordo ab Chao, Fiat Lux. Her dark embrace, cruel yet inviting, constant companion all my years
Years, time… Steel bars grinning deviously from the face of concrete tombs, razor wire serpents hissing at all who approach, bullets huddling in barrels longing to spring forth and rend the flesh of those who resist
Existence before essence? To create one’s Self… Yet this Self, whence its origin? Again, that Abyss. Are all phantoms and apparitions, corporeal for an instant, then fractured molecular fireflies twinkling in and out of form? Pointless agglomerations born of supernovae
Inhumanity bears its child, Humanity. Created from that dark Abyss, how does He reconcile His origin? How does He shatter the uncaring contempt that brought Him forth? How does He discover those never-felt treasures of love and kindness and care?
Such are not His lot… Can they be? Should He not just accept His animal nature? The passionate play of pleasure, the carefree caress of carnal comfort, the empty ecstasy of elemental Eros
The Beast ascendeth out of the Abyss, to go forth and make War and overcome… Mystery, Babalon the Great… Here is Wisdom:
Calculate the coordinates that liberate the Beast tonight
Ascertain the correlates that propagate ascendency
Decimate the demagogues that deify mythology
Embrace the Darkness that incinerates the Self to bring forth yet more Light
