03/25/17 - PEH, The Tower, Mars
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'When Thou shall know me, O empty God, my flame shall utterly expire in Thy great N.O.X.
What shalt Thou be, my God, when I have ceased to love Thee?
A worm, a nothing, a niddering knave! 'Pan here described here reminds me very strongly of the Tao described as the lowest and highest- that it's unoppsition to anything makes it both idiotic (divinely) and Ultimately Conquoring.
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"Myself flung down the precipice of being"
Like Nimrod,
I have built tower after tower,
And watched as each were knocked down
By god's hand.No tower will last forever,
But mine will be stronger,
And last longer,
Resist more earthquakes,
Bring me closer to the stars,
For just a moment longer than the last time. -
The ambivalence between lover and beloved, worshiped and worshiping persists--the melding of subject and object like a conceit reflecting the inward nature of initiated emergence as divine. Not being so adept, myself, tracing the who's who is difficult, like listening to a technically complex piece of music, and only picking up tones and mood rather than individual notes. There is a refrain of relentlessness, unbending, demanding, blood-thirsty resolve. A interlude with overtones of fearful scurrying, and climax of transformative passion, which arises first with foreboding, like the cold emptiness of space, but resolves in a swirling joyous heat of unbinding liberation, a punishment of pleasure, a perfect moment sustained.
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David,
Have you seen "Thirty Two Short Films About Glenn Gould"?
