We must hazard that religiosity be a product of normality.
Man stands closest to Truth when he is most assured of his eternal destiny.
When he contemplates things in this disinterested way
he finds death ludicrous and absurd.
How can we not suppose that in such moments he sees most clearly?
Without belief in a beyond,
There can be no thresholds…
Can a ‘bad’ man turn ‘good’?
Or the sinner become a saint?
The annals of religious science are littered with such ‘miracles’.
Yet the capacity to fast and feast…
Seek solitude or egregore…
To abstain and fully participate…
Are common to us all.
That we choose to focus our intent upon one or the other
does not alter the fact that in a seasonal cycle
each and all, at one time, or another, are perfectly natural states.
Could the Norse ever let go of Thunder?
Given that quality leads in and quantity leads out…
Can Man relinquish sex as a value system?
Unike those spirited ‘barbarians’ of the extreme northern climes,
primitive faith has never clung to its Gods…
Primitive faith is sacrifice, pure and simple: a heiratic exchange.
Unfortunately, Modern man lacks both the finesse of mind and the depth of humour to apprecite the ‘Gesta Romanorum’ of presenting to the world this idea as a ‘God of the Cross’.
Such fearsome boldness sailed over the heads of the masses whose mentality saw only the gruesome suffering and had no real tongue for the inevitable triumph of light.
But, what might this language of light look and sound like?
Well, it would be painless, certainly…
…No mere forest this, but a jungle!
Foolish to venture in alone.
One would be eaten alive.
Far safer to mount an expedition.
An advertisement should suffice…
‘Only the bravest adventurers need apply.’
What, no takers?
In which case, alone, it’ll have to be,
It’s as well you’re the curious sort….
No rock – no base
But just an all-consuming-Hell
Or – empty space.
This special grace – this Earth
Where every grain of sand
Its special stamp
Its necessary place.
No vacuous hole
But threshold for the eyes,
The pathway to the Soul.
Cling not to people,
people are a prison.
Cling not to nationhood,
all nations are a lie.
Cling not to science,
its discoveries can be delusional.
Cling not to your own detachment,
lest you fly too near the sun.
Cling not to your own virtues,
lest by them you are undone.